Depths of desire

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    Depths of desire

    Alone I awake in the middle of the night to see your face imprinted into my mind. Was it a dream or fantasy? Each night I lay my head down & close my eyes to see your face. Its another time, another place.
    You know my deepest desires, my likes my dislikes,my fetishes.
    Just as I know all of yours.
    You take my hand in your hand as we make love like no other.
    The passion rising from the depths of my soul is uncontrolable, I can not stop it. As you, I am pushing to gain some control. Desire has taken over..You are my soul, my passion, my desire, my lust for what I cannot have.
    You enter my mind like a thief in the night, and you leave me like a bad thunderstorm..All turned over & twisted inside. You are my past from centuries gone by. I am your future for we have not yet met. We are each other's soul bound for all eternity..
    For what I am lacking, and for what I seek, the holy Excalibur is not yet in my reach..The mighty grail I feel is near. Th e knight of my dreams is waiting for this fairy tale maiden to rescue me from this horrible place.
    This place we call in today's time home..
    My soul belongs to my forever love of centuries past, the days of knights, kings and queens..This maiden is waiting for her prince charming, to rescue her from her depths of desire.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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