The Unanswered Question

What is this yearning objection to feel something more. Filled with perfect reflections of someone you adore. Feeling nothing are you? For that one you desire, consumed once again with incinerating fire. Consuming raw passion,, confusing you, hush..., still- you cant help but moan, makes you melt at the touch, exhibiting reactions you raven so much. A river of lava scorning its path accept devastation in fearing the past.

Your emotions are against you. Cling to her wrath. She lusts penetration her body requires with you dying inside her, be reborn and inspired. Perfection. Rejection. That's all how it goes. Is it worth the un-promised affection, I've asked. Oh I've questioned. But not one person shows there's a known to be shown. So come let me show you mysterious glow growing soul gardens' sacred primordial flow. We are spiraling tunnels, we stars in this show. As two bodies entangle the need to let go.