Sated Sense
Sated Sense

Deep, sexy accented voice upon the line
Beguiled by the notion that you are all mine

Intoxicated by the rhythm of every breath
Inebriated by the fall into passion's depth

Urgent to quell the fervent wants of my desire
Only your voice can quench my inner fire

Ring steals the moment, our lives intertwine
Voraciously I consume every word, every breath
Sated sense leaves the rest aching with wanton desire

Heather Hazlett
April 28, 2010

FOS Weekly Form: Trine and Trine Again

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