DESIRE
Desire is an aching madness,
and I acknowledge the gamble--
taking a chance with insanity
and revealing how vulnerable
I am to you;
I stand defenseless
against your proud masculinity.
I seek no refuge or redress,
it feels so good to surrender.
There's but one thing I'll deny you;
I could press my face to the earth
and never draw in another breath
before I could stop wanting you.
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