"Why Are We Doing This?"

Biting and Burning,

Yearning is turning

me on,

Inviting we are fighting

something is wrong.

As wild as I hold as

it happens so fast

the danger of knowing

wind blowing the past.

You are the master

I'm just disaster

it happens so faster

the power of bodies

embodied for heat.

touch in motion

sweet sweat is so sweet.

by James K. Dyson

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