Beneath the Blue
To burn for another is delicious, when they burn for you as well...there you find ecstacy.
Beneath the blue, the green, the swirl,I know her passion liesamidst the tangled thoughts that whirl,in the land behind her eyes. With tender touch, with subtle grace,through doubts and fears I weed.In her fragile mind I placea thought of me; a seed. A seed of thought, root taken,soon wood to fuel a fire.Alarms ring loud to wakenhidden, uncontrolled desire. With heat, as yet undreamed,the lust scorches her soul.From deep...