At times I’m machine,
without emotion dry,
dwell in thought I seek
my mind bringing life.
Fixed is line of a sight,
for me my mind’s eyes.
Calculating to feed my
hungry heart’s delight.
I need a bodies touch,
for my senses inside.
I need expel rationale
that once had me hide.
Passion a chemical I
want passion express
a heart underneath of
me beat chest to chest.
To be God for a night
I warmth do so choose;
for cold melancholy I
a heart’s passion move.
Feelings from angels
rise inside warm grips.
Intense a sweat I want
for my searching lips.
I’m not inanimate as
if a heartless machine.
To really be alive now,
I seek passion’s sting.
My heart it bleeds I am
dead without a warmth.
I need a queen for me to
supply kisses to adorn.
Fear of me loosing an
innocence leaves me.
I’m not naive of what
the machine in needs.
Love!
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😊 Thank you my friend.
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