While waves of passion lap the shore, <br />I plumb the depths of Eros' lake <br />And drink it dry, and look for more: <br />Oh God! , that this desire might slake <br />And ease my need, damp that desire <br />That keeps my very soul on fire <br />And burns away each bridge I make <br />And slides me back, each step I take <br />And sinks me deeper in the mire.<br /><br />James Walter Orr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addiction-83/
