The drowning
You know
that feeling, that desperate thirst that’s just won’t go away
Knowing
that yearning for that secret place.
The
place that gets your pulse soaring
You are
my oasis that transfixes and fixes my thirst.
Eagerly
you get me drinking from that secret forest
As your
pillars open up and draw me in.
The
aroma traps me in your secret forest
Your
pillars of Hercules close around me
Enslaved
in love and passion without end.
My face
merges with your tunnel of desire
Forever
absorbed into you, as part of you.
Resistance
is useless in your
Assimilation
of me.
©Martin
Hickman, February 2014
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