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Click hereCopyright 2006 robertdavidson
I die disappointed
I want her - this mad desire
I cannot still this hunger in my heart
Oh God, - it makes me crazy wanting her
Lying in wait for her
Longing for her every moment of the day and night
Once we put our mouths together
Each tasting, touching - but bruising the other
For love stings more than it consoles
Somehow the unattainable puts a stronger accent on desire
Men often fancy what is withheld -
So mad this craving
Like a famished wolf on prey
I could rip every stitch off that girl -
Yet I would give my soul to graft my heart on hers,
Go the full mile, enter and consume …
But we must all die disappointed of something, I guess
Love’s a skeleton from which we’ve picked the flesh!
She’s bit me to the bone.
Copyright 2006 robertdavidson