Decided DesireMature

When I want to soak in a sunset,

I turn not to the evening horizon,

But to her drowsy eyes.


When I want to breathe in a flower’s fumes,

I drink not of a meadow’s stems,

But of her messy mane.


When I want to bask in summer’s smile,

I lay not beneath the midday sun,

But by her side.


When I want to bathe in soothing vibration,

I tilt my head not to a master’s strings,

But to the melodies in her heart.


When I want to lie in the lap of bliss,

I lay my lips not on the richest dishes,

But in the tenderness of her kiss.

The End

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