With each look at him,
I feel desire welling up in me
Until I could nearly explode with wanting him.
Then, when I can stand it no longer,
I go to him, taking him into my arms,
Nearly content just to feel him next to me,
Yet knowing I'm fueling his flame of passion.
As he loves me, the world all fades away
And nothing matters but what we share.
That is when I find true peace and contentment.
© 1988 TDR
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