Thoughts, Love Passion

Thoughts, love passion,

This is not a song for the weak,

nor the innocent.

This is not a melody for the cold,

nor the indifferent.

Lay with me, you may have my body,

it's my heart that lays with you,

It's my soul wrapped in yours,

it's my emotions at rest and in love with you.

This picture is not for the non erotic,

nor for the non pure.

 

Lay with me,

it's my heart that's there,

my heart that breathes,

she breathes love,

compassion and fire,

she breathes your air,

she touches your skin,

she smells your fragrance,

she is wrapped in your being.

This is not a poem for the godly,

nor for the evil.

lay with my soul,

it is not to play with,

nor to abuse.

It's yours,

if you elect,

of my own free will,

if you lay with me I'm yours.

My heart, my passion,

my inferno of my soul,

dear love, if you lay with me,

every part of me is yours.

It's my heart,

this is not a tune of chance,

it's the beauty of a blossoming and everlasting romance.

Albert Alexander Bukoski.©