Saturday, 21 February 2015

Fever so impure


I am burning with fever tonight
Body is battered
Mind in a haze
I try to rise
But the flesh rages

Come my love,  
Feel my heat
How I yearn for your stallion meat
Let us burn together under the moonlight sky
Let the moon play coy
As we sparkle in our sequestered universe.

Is it my desires 
Or the curse of the moon.
Whatever it is, I am burning with your thoughts so impure.

©LR

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