It is like the beating of silvery wings
at first it begins ever so slowly
then growing faster and faster
until I cannot grasp rhyme or reason.
All I know is that I cannot last much longer.
Then you appear
in your golden splender.
All illusion of discipline is left behind.
In a raging gale of needs and burning desire I take you.
For it is you, and only you that I need
have ever needed.
The only one who can save my life and wash away this terrible
burning that I feel.
As I touch you it is then that I feel it
yes you burn too
and in turn I burn even brighter.
Primal passions take hold
and together we ride the wind
with no sense of past, future, or present.
We only know the burning.
Later when the passions wane
we lie in each others arms spent
It is then that I try and tell you
of what it is that I feel.
You smile
and it is then that I know
you feel it too.
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