I have not eaten for
I feed on thought
wild, hungry gnawing
consuming mind and body.
I have not slept
for I do not tire
of you
I have prayed
that you would go
then
pray that you stay
my heart sings
my mind races
as fantasies
beg to be fulfilled
I try to be strong
resist you...
resist me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Passion soothes and passion burns...and this poem pleases the Poet's minds eye....Good to see you on site, young lady! FjcR