Monday, July 24, 2006

Ode to The Water of Life

My lips grow dry awaiting your pleasure. My hands they itch to pull you close, to raise you up high, my light, my treasure and to the tavern propose a toast and to the world proclaim my lust, reunited consummate joy and drain you I will as drain you I must though my heart and soul you destroy.

Another round of my love, I'm buying to banish pain, bow to old ghosts. Another round of my love, I'm dying. To spirits and generous hosts.


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