Desire
Two souls wandering
This earth
Lost and alone
When they met
It was like a bomb going off
Creating a mushroom cloud
Their desire burned white hot
Like an unquenchable fire
Wild and free
They mated
With a burning passion
That consumed their very souls
Sated, their desire quenched
They parted
To again wander the earth
Lost and alone
© Phil Renaud 2016
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