There is something burning now,
Yet the fire can’t be seen.
Sweat is running across your brow,
We can feel the fire.
Whispers running in your ear,
Sends tingles down the spine
Can’t you sense the fire spread,
From your toes to your head?
Grasp ahold of your mind, and you’ll find,
Everything.
Ways to make you think, in such passion.
Ways to make you think, under sensation.
No better way to make you think, not at all.
Love and lust are opposites,
Don’t ever get them mixed up.
Describing you my prophetess,
Is explained by the former.
And thus is being expressed,
The greatest way we can.
The vanilla of which I smell,
Lets me know too well.
Grasp ahold of your mind, and you’ll find,
Everything.
Ways to make you think, always growing.
Ways to make you think, never better put across.
Ways to make you think, under sensation.
Ways to make you think.
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Delaying Intervals
PuisiA collection of poetry I've written. Topics range in various ways, and maybe one might connect to you.
