The spark of lust. The word that changes the mode from fancy to love. - 24th February 2006
The idiom.
Quoth the letters which bound
From one meaning to another.
A modicum of lust reaching the zenith,
Carried fondly by a zephyr.
Brunt aches to this extent, thus far,
Wanting to remit and start again.
With surmising security;
Lechery is now the sybarite.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-02-24 at 16:27
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