Wild
nights, wild nights, ecstasy and desire
Mouths that cling, lean bodies of heat, afire
With animal lust. Hormones just won’t quit.
Poets love to rave of love. What is love?
Beer and rock music, June nights! Youth’s ardor
Riding inferno’s fires, higher, higher
Till firestorms of desire are spent. Unlit.
This is love? This is all? Oh, heart bereft,
Oh, rash thought. Any fool can fall in sex.
It is more, much more than this. Love’s what’s left
Of glowing coals, smoldering in each breast,
Contented as a cat’s purr. Does this vex?
Think, then, how things that touch your soul are best.
Mouths that cling, lean bodies of heat, afire
With animal lust. Hormones just won’t quit.
Poets love to rave of love. What is love?
Beer and rock music, June nights! Youth’s ardor
Riding inferno’s fires, higher, higher
Till firestorms of desire are spent. Unlit.
This is love? This is all? Oh, heart bereft,
Oh, rash thought. Any fool can fall in sex.
It is more, much more than this. Love’s what’s left
Of glowing coals, smoldering in each breast,
Contented as a cat’s purr. Does this vex?
Think, then, how things that touch your soul are best.
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