this love starved heart of mine


The Moonlight Bed - Jacek Yerka
to not wring your morning fragrance,
i lean softly upon your inflamed wrath
letting this love-starved heart of mine
to migrate inside of you passionately
pleasant to arouse you and to listen to
my minute how springs within forever
through the field of wildflowers bathed
into our nights of loving lost in craving
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
The Jaded Hearts Club