Waves of Passion Coming Up

A trickle builds into a torrent...

Each drop of water does

It's part...

...Becomes a wave

That you have

Summoned

From the locked confines

Of your heart...

...It starts with the

Lightest

Form of tapping

At the doors

Of your threshold...

...Fantasies now

Overlapping,

And as you're ready

To explode

The line between

This world, and

Dreaming

Becomes too buried

In the sand...

...As up above you,

Birds are screaming...

...The wind is whipping

Through this land!...

A trickle builds into a torrent...

Each drop of water does

It's part...

...Becomes a wave

That you have

Summoned

From the locked confines

Of your heart.

...Water spills down

With

Hot bubbles!...

...The froth of thought...

Spray of the Sea!...

Your skin's so wet,

That I see double...

Not sure who's ruined

Flesh

Still bleeds.

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2018

Bunny Villaire