Endless Sky

I lit the coals with yearning,

deeper than times sand.

I stoke them daily with nature's trinkets

Mischievously taking you in hand.

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Tender violence my guide

Bringing you to passions door

The flames burn hot and long

We consummate the lore

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Fighting to feel not wanting to resist

Together in universal rhythm we tread

Heat of friction driving your desire

Caught in throes, an endless sky our bed

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Tied with bonds of forbidden

Bringing creation to savor the burst,

I find you my... (more)

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