Iniquitous differences apart or whatever sets me in I meet her when I start the fire She gives me a wholesome peck and not so mellow trespass of a kiss the lips cannot swallow the heat I hold her and I see her melt I upstart another thaw and we celebrate temporary-ness this is the moment of infectious insanity and of intense touches of the soul Over beer mugs. I watch her move around creative with the taste making her move makes me hold her hands and make her melt with the rejoice of lust Am I wicked? and the raging fire Stalls the insights Of facade of life as we know it All barriers get shackled I get situationally aligned Into the rapturous merger I rise with her And the hungry souls use the bodies, transitionally clothes are not the barriers and the fire rages higher I meet her and we make beautiful love The trance Is happening now and when I look out of the window the clouds are up ...
verses and conflicts of the soul