POETIC INSIGHT: Hold Me.

 FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY AILING SOUL,

THROUGH THESE PASSIONATE LIPS OF MINE;

A DESPIRATE PLEA YOU ARE BOUND TO FIND.

 

THE SHIVERS OF A LONELY HEART,

QUIVERING AND ACHING FOR THAT GENTLE TOUCH.

FOR THE WARMTH THAT SOOTHES MY THOUSANTH STORM.

FROM THESE LIPS THAT HOLD YOU DEAR IN BLISSFUL KISSES;

AND A BODY RAVISHED BY THE SENSUAL THOUGHTS OF A WARM, TEASING AND TANTALIZING TOUCH.

 

FROM DEEP WITHIN MY BOWELS,

WITH ALL OF MY HEART THAT’S THINE,

I PLEA; HOLD ME.

 

CAUSE ONLY WHEN YOU DO,

I FIND LIBERATION FROM THE ACHING DESIRE FOR YOUR TOUCH.

I FIND FREEDOM FROM THE THIRST THAT HUNTS ME.

PASSIONATELY I SAY TO YOU; PLEASE

HOLD ME.

 

-         Presidor . O. Sam’Sawyer.