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This feeling inside me, flaming, rising
Instigating the essence of my soul
Calling to capture
I’m praying for rapture
Ascending free from this burning hold
Afflicted, Tormented 
Desires appealing
The evening’s broom by which they ride
The knock, the answer
Change pace, much faster
By chance or foreshadowed night to be
My bed these sheets
Strong will made weak
Ushering recurring moments that peak
Actions more bold, no shame take hold
And bring me to satisfying release

© N.N.Williams 2012, all rights reserved.