Desire dances in the wake of morning. 

Gives to distraction of time’s limitation

When timeless lays in wait for the play

Bound to the tick tock of minutes passing


Sweetness lingers in repose quiet to my refrain

The laze of a Sunday keeps her desire to herself

When time holds no hold of wants caress 

And desire  gives free her dance not contained


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