Like a river it runs through me,
twisting, turning, ever moving forward,
forging it's way in new directions
with unabandoned fury.
Never knowing when it's true path
has fully been completed,
it continues to flow,
ever shaping, ever reshaping.
Like a river it runs through me.
Not a river as one thinks,
but a river of molten lava.
It erupts within me like an explosion
ending a volcano's tranquility.
Coarsing through my veins and arteries
with every single heartbeat,
It burns deep within my mind.
Like a river it runs through me,
raging, ever, always raging,
desire for you love, for only you.
Burning, yet not from lust,
for this desire is birthed in love.
Yes, it is love's desire,
longing, waiting a touch from your hand,
needing to be quenched.
Like a river it runs through me,
my love, my longing, my desire.
Forging my life into one with yours
with heat like that found in a
single bolt of lightning.
Flowing like living waters,
it has it's own destiny,
yet unlike water it cannot be tamed.
Like a river it runs through me.
Yes.
Like a river!
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