I’m a fragrance
buried in bloom
longing for release
My soul is wailing
unclothed before thee
yearning for cleanse
I’m an onion
to be peeled
layer by layer
My fruits are ripe
taste thyself
beckoning its thirst
I’m an old soul
walking the Earth
for all eternity
My spirit is seeking
exploration of character
conquering thy labyrinth
I’m of complexity
fancy consumption
hungry for understanding
My desires are extreme
craving love and patience
a worthwhile journey
I’m the curious child
and feisty cat
hanging on a hot tin roof
My eyes burn of fire
with reckless abandon
for whisperings of love
I’m a woman of passion
longing an equation
of mind, heart, body and soul!
Written by L.M.P.
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