Come let passion take precedence
Whisper wicked words in my ear
Let lust be the blessing
Shown only to the chosen few
That follow the wish
For the dance of the flesh
No more nights to mourn
What might have been
But instead to embrace
The language of the body
Which shows by example
The demands of the psyche
That darkens our lustful dreams
With a polyglot of desire
That sets us free
Of the shackles of dreams.

3-25-03
Laura R