sanja sarinda


Desire - Poem by sanja sarinda

This desire drives me grazy,
all i can think is making love.
Why you wake this in me,
why this happened to me?
Life was so simple without knowlidge
of making love, real love.
Some may call it sex, but for
i waited so long, wondereing what
it really is, and
now, i know, and wish i had not learn.
Like burning flame inside me,
desire and need to feel it now,
right now, feel it so pure
without any thought is it right or wrong,
just feel the touch, see
the joy in your face, see the
flame in your eyes, when
you come into me
and we share the same desire.
How can i continue life, with
knowlidge, what making really is,
without possibility to do it when
i feel so.
-sanja-

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006



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