Saturday, November 14, 2009

Endless Pursuit

With open eyes,

arms stretched forth.

The tender embrace,

warmth of flesh against flesh.

The stirring.

The longing.

Wanting to meld with another.

Consumed with desire.

A thirst for passion.

Never enough


A pounding heart.

A racing pulse.

The frivolity.

The glee.

The joy.

The endless pursuit

of love.


Russ Manley said...

lovely poem, lovely thought..... thanks.

Ray's Cowboy said...

Love it. I fully agree with Russ Here.

Ur-spo said...

lovely, indeed.

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