Standing on a street corner named desire,
Shivering within from rawness of the wind,
Stolen loss of body heat, I dream of fire
As the bitter chill frosts every body limb;

Hugging my garment tighter, feeling naked,
Night air tantalizing my neck with icy breath,
Exotic embraces become nearly sacred,
Tearing away like sensation of death;

Clouds spewing misty sentiments of rain,
Exhilaration razors as I view the sky,
Brutal exposure causing frenzy of pain,
Scattering of sharp hail flying by;

Rigorous fingers of bitter polar force,
Behave as an amorous lover demanding,
Invading, probing his titillating course,
While on this corner I’m standing.


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About thorns4roses

I am passionate about animals, poetry, music, photography & writing. It’s great to be alive & part of a world on the cusp of changing for the better. "Learn to Love with all your heart & accept the unlovable sides. For everyone can Love a rose but only a great heart can include the thorns. . . ." Unknown
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