SERIES EROTICA (2)
WASTED WATERS
By TONY BENNETT
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Your taste beautiful and fragrant, makes my humanness,
stride back and forth, filled with thoughtful
pleasures
Wanting only to drink deep in the grottoes of your
love’s passion Which flows to subtle rivers, as if
snow upon the deserts dusty face. These floods of
desire that take up and down trails leading to your
waters Ending in what can only be said as unfinished
deeds and needs, And still these desert dreams of
lying within your ocean…
Still tasting the nectar of this once vast visage,
like squeezing ripen fruit our substance spilling
forth, as I drink your tender feelings of loves
devotion, Which deepens the waters that rush through
this physical being, As you’re filled with “Old”
familiar juices, quenching all your needs and Desires,
and now you wonder, how could I have known, only to be
later Drowned in your muddy rivers of lies and deceit…
My mind holding on to these rivers of desire, of our
treasured bodies, Filling the “Cup with Life’s
Liquor”, in the solitude of this thoughtful soul
I roam along, alone with moderation feeding empty
dreams and desires The cool refreshment of your waters
have now evaporated in the heat of my Disillusionment,
this physical death no longer brings this soul relief
While rivers separate us there’s only “Wasted Waters…”