The Feast

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The Feast

He is the feast
That brings out the beast
It's something that W/we both know,
With Him i have, i will, i'll always grow.
He is my One,

Still...

Yesterday...Today...Tomorrow...Always...
With Him and Him alone, do i come completely undone...
Giving my all,
With Him i fall
Deeper, darker, farther, deeper...

Friendship, Love,
We go together like hand and glove.
Passion and desire does flow,
All we need, all we know…
Darkness and light,
Day and night,
Is there for the taking,
No faking...

The bond between us is strong and true.
Mystical, magical colors of the brightest hue.
Where we will go is anyone's guess
But all we can do is give our best.

Cautious and slow,
Is how we go.
One day at a time,
The rhythm as old as time.
Even when we want to rush
We need to avoid the crush
The urgency that makes us want,
The past and future beckons taunts.

Master and slave
The bond is what we have what we crave.
Woman and Man,
What will happen we can not plan.
Taking one step each and every day
Seems to be the best, the only way.
Beside Him, inside Him is where i'll always be.
The freedom and beauty a sight to see.

He is the feast,
That brings out the beast.
He is the hand that guides me,
It's simple and plain to see.
i am His, and He is mine,
Surpassing the boundaries of time.
Acknowleging, accepting our fate
Walking the twisting path that is never straight.
He is my light, my dark,
It's not a whim, nor a lark.
He owns my body and mind,
My soul and heart.
No greater love will either of us find.
Forevermore...

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