ALLAN BOETTGER
A TOKEN OF TROTH
Your beautiful eyes draw me
in,
tantalizing me from so very far away.
A veritable treasure trove of sin,
pleading for me to come, every day.
My tender heart aches with this want,
desires of you, feeding the flame.
In every breathless moment, you do haunt,
thoughts, gently breathing your name.
This sliver of love embedded so deep,
imbues me with unfathomable pleasure.
I begin to tremble, shake, and to weep
as your love slowly takes its full measure.
It devours me, till there is nothing left to spare,
not even a scrap of what once was me,
you fill my lungs, for your even in the air,
and now all that is left, is simply, we...
tantalizing me from so very far away.
A veritable treasure trove of sin,
pleading for me to come, every day.
My tender heart aches with this want,
desires of you, feeding the flame.
In every breathless moment, you do haunt,
thoughts, gently breathing your name.
This sliver of love embedded so deep,
imbues me with unfathomable pleasure.
I begin to tremble, shake, and to weep
as your love slowly takes its full measure.
It devours me, till there is nothing left to spare,
not even a scrap of what once was me,
you fill my lungs, for your even in the air,
and now all that is left, is simply, we...
© Allan Boettger
2015
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