What is this stirring deep within

                                                      It's voice echoing against the walls of my soul

                                                      Silently beckoning, tugging at my heart strings,

                                                   Tightening its hold

                                                   Would that I could escape

                                                                   This outer shell of my existence,

                                                     To reach in, to grasp your hand,

                                                    Drawing you out of your silence

                                                    What would be your whispered words of desire,

                                                    Those desperate longings buried therein

                                                    Would I be smothered by their affects,

                                                    Would my soul be quickened

                                                   Sending its liquid fire coursing through my veins

                                                      Savoring each word in every glance,

                                                     Craving the slightest touch, soothing my fevered pain

                                                     Render unto me your heart,

                                                      Let me melt it from its stones embrace

                                                       Allow me to be that gentle rain,

                                                    Washing the dust from your eyes, caressing your face

                                                      Then, when I have spent you of your longings,

                                                      Freed you from your cares of the day

                                                       Could you bend down,

                                                      Press your lips to mine and upon my breast,

                                                    You could lay

                                                    O' but for this cursed stronghold of man,

                                                    Coming between, causing this strain

                                                         Out of our silence,

                                                         Comes screaming,

                                                         Echoing our demands

                                                          Yet we are held captive,

                                                     Hostages and victims of love's cravings

                                                      With no nourishment,

                                                      Continuous thirst will eat

                                                      And swallow up our bonded hearts engravings

                                                       So, the echoing silence will be all we have,

                                                     Never to feel the flowing breath

                                                       Of whispered touches in silken baths

                                                     Forever wondering what could have been,

                                                      If only for once,

                                                       To share the headiness of the unbidden

                                                        That crossed our paths

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