Hidden Desires
Like a ruined vessel, without an anchoring in the deep ocean; a love, struggles in the storm; for an inner desire, for a vision; It’s for a gaze on woman's gorgeous, soft curves, half covered; a light, pinkish, piercing pause; Its for a glimpse over exposed; Within an embrace of love and affection, everything gets so wild It looks out, innocently over the aperture of the blue dress, mild; Her long coiled, black curls, lips, cheeks and face are so tempting; Lust is always in its initiative, and a longing for my death is inviting.
