Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Needs of the Body

I will let go of my senses
To see your face

I will touch your body
To feel my soul

I will look at your nakedness
To taste my own

I will feel you from the inside
Proud, loving and strong

In the throws of passion
Is where I belong

I am dying of hunger, so feed me now,
I am insatiable for your love


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