Persistent Vision
Blood rushes to my head
like bees swarming into a hive,
circling, bellowing,
jaunting about in gleeful fashion.
Steaming waves of blissful passion,
I live for moments like these
and moreover, I long for you
to accompany me.
Persistent vision of you,
your staunchly structured jaw,
the golden blond hair atop your head,
peer through my mind in psychedelic dance,
leaving me in lush ecstasy.
I see the splendor of a night with you
coursing violently in my imagination.
I grow suspense in the realization
that your soft, decadent body
will be close, next to mine
in just an hour’s time.
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