pain's tears drench my soul <br /> my blood flowing blue, takes control <br /> seducing both agony and ecstasy <br /> pain exquisitely melds into pleasure <br /> as one's closed eyes secretly smile <br /> denying my desires, so much longer <br /> is reality fantasy, or is it just as it is <br /> lines beginning to blur into subjugation <br /> or liberation, or something of one's creation <br /> to say who is, or what is, wrong or right <br /> sit in judgment, burning control, out of the flames <br /> that consume my veins, placing emotions on edge <br /> creating a rush of endorphins, that tell me I am yours <br /> always will be that love breeding lust, laced with trust <br /> and playing out fear's game, surrendering to my thirst<br /><br />michael walkerjohn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-thirst-4/
