My Desire Is My Identity
Author: Karla Bardanza
My desire is my identity.
It is something my eyes can’t
Passion always makes me so
Volatile and high.
My desire gives me wings.
I just fly and flow.
Transfixed I overflow and
Gladly I get so out of control.
Fast or slow,
Soft or hard,
My desire holds my hand
And I always allow it
I lose my boundaries…
I forget myself…
My desire has no beginning
My desire only you can
So perfectly understand.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Jim Morrison (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, June 11 2009, 01:11 am|
C'mon baby light my fire .... our love is like a funeral pyre .... we can't get much higher .....
....step in this way through the doors of perception with Karla and you'll combust with pure
undulterated unbridled pleasure .....
|Well Jim (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, June 11 2009, 04:35 pm|
"You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl,you couldn't get much higher..."
I guess you don't know your own song very well Mr Morrison lol lol lol.Now I understand the reason why you need me to make you combust lol lol lol you have forgotten how to light your own fire lol lol lol well here I am let's get as high as we can
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