Modus Operandi

There are some who
are driven by lust.
It’s human nature
to be driven by such.

Here in the dark
I am calm, not asleep.
My head runs wild
for my soul to keep.

From friendship
flames rise up with no disguise;
Tender and gently
my heart opens at it’s supply.

So much do I rely
on blissful mental pictures
which unshackle me
as if innocent whispers.

I seek to do
what friendship commands.
Can’t help can I,
falling into preaching hands.

Words serve to inspire
and can draw admiration
that lifts this soul high
from any abomination.

So I dream of bonds
from a safe distance.
It invigorates me
supplying existance.

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