do you hear my body calling to yours
made to give you pleasure is its song
can you sense my soul that wishes
to touch yours in exaltation
it’s like the hand of fellowship
open and simple and without falsehood
do you see into my love that seeks you
by day by night forevermore
it is the snare that frees
can you taste my burning desire
it’s honey and salt and aguardiente
do you savor the truth of my verse
of love its fragrance consists
the incense of hope itself
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014
O'Driscoll's Take on the World 