PULSATIONS

Images of you salute my sight

In an endless ritual of delight

Sizzling tides wash over me

In tailored rhythm

Thoughts which origins I know not

Spring from within

In frenzied procession

Desire flows

In disturbing silences

◄ DREAM TALK

TRUTH PROWLS ►

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