The Thirst I feel From Within

Young lust

Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave

The vivacious fusion of the two bodies

Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation

 As they cover each other with outer warmth

Two specimens gather toward the center place

As their shady bodies’ metamorphose

Into sweet caring young love

But not immediately,

Young love is like a good home cooked chicken soup

It has to simmer slowly

Gradually making you want it at every step

It teases and yanks at your mind

Pulling ropes of yearning and ravenous desire

The anticipation of its smell

The watering of the mouth

From its tasteful delicacy

The want is real

All too real for the young minds to comprehend

Waiting, waiting for the next day to come

For the new cycle to begin

And for a new chase to be kept at bay

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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