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It's all just a matter of trust; That is, the difference between love and lust. Stranded on an island of ecstasy do you let go, or is that just me believing, wholeheartedly, in the hope that the sea surrounds a self-contained eternity. Do we all yearn for that connection -- a multi-leveled orgasmic reflection -- into who we are and what we will be? My body burns in the pits of lonesome desire; my heart wishes faithfully, but it's just fanning the fire. Yet still I find myself curiously wonder...

I first begin to cherish you In the way all lovers do: Remembering your sweet caress, My head lain contently upon your breast. The complete safety of your embrace, The way your pouting lips, still I taste. Moving softly into the days When we talked gaily of future's maze, And made so many plans held dear Without worry, qualm, or unspoken fear. Naming children as yet unborn, Laughing, playing, but drawing scorn From all the fallen, with life's hindsight Focused heavily upon our light. The memo...

I was right on top of him before I saw him; Camouflaged rubbish-man disguised in his trash-island. He blended in with incredible guile, and had I not known better I'd have said I saw him smile. I couldn't comprehend how he slept in his pile, but I just walked on, all the more wary of another big-city mile.

Imbibe to the consecration of this congregation! Consume for the improvisation of implicit carnal communication; of flesh and of bone, of sinew and moans, of Aphrodisian caressings and Dionysian blessings. In light of the events of the night not yet long past, I give thanks for the offerings of our first sweaty repast. With taut tendrils of darkness tenaciously clinging, on new morning's rays come Hope's new being. The scintillating spectrum has granted me Red, and this with no warning to blu...

The blossoming language confesses what I fear to say Though we exchange endearing words every single day. I've not yet hesitated, to move in this foray But am quite aware that you, may quickly move away. It makes no difference to me now if you are to stay, For with emotion true, I'll follow you from peak to cay. You minded me of Yeats' Rose Tree, earlier to-day, In which Pearse proposes quite a venturesome foray Of feeding of the garden's pride, from this would you shy away? I would bleed lif...