A deep seeded need to kiss your lips,
to feel your sensual fingertips.
As your truth burns my heart to the core.
as dark as the midnight's promise,
yet as powerful as an angel's love.
We ache for the touch of our flesh,
yet as tender as the caress of a rose.
We move to the beat
of erotic music so complete,
As we passionately reach
the ache on our journey in which we teach
the art of the human word. . . . love. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c 2019
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