A life lived without kisses,
Is like a land in drought.
So let me take You Lord
And yield my thirsty lips
Up to your sweet mouth.
My Lord I could not live
Without the embrace of a lover.
So let me melt before your strength,
Dying gladly in your arms
And I shall crave no other.
There must be consummation,
Or I have lived in vain.
Your seed must clasp this aching womb
Your nature and your children born
To perpetuate our name.
Wilf 09/1997
I ought to explain that I am committed to life long celibacy
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