My Desire - Poem by Gerry Legister
There stood before me
Is the object of my desire?
Anxiety running through me,
I feel a flame of loving fire.
I see a shadow coming closer
I don't want to be frighten,
But my heart is the prey to desire
And I am the hunter's victim.
Now so close I smell the flavour,
Tearing at my heart into what I want,
To take my fill of this desire,
And I am still been hunted.
I fall into a deadly path of excitement,
Trembling more with fear than fantasy
Standing on the edge of descent,
Set down into a life of reality.
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