Perfect Imperfection
You are still and yet none can
Be the cactus in the desert…
Be the cactus in the desert…
Your thorns prick and tear
The essence of my being…
The essence of my being…
Your tongue so fiery and hot
Like the one o’clock sun…
Like the one o’clock sun…
Burning yet refreshing and healing
In an oddly sweaty way…
In an oddly sweaty way…
You freeze the hearts and soul
In the being called me…
In the being called me…
Yet you burn the ego and pride
In my manly self making me plead…
In my manly self making me plead…
Plead for your eternal and undying
Love and attention…
Love and attention…
One which none has seen and had
From your queenly self…
From your queenly self…
I believe I am struck and captured
In your sticky web of paradisical love…
In your sticky web of paradisical love…
Never leave and desert
Me… Oh lady of imperfect perfection…
Me… Oh lady of imperfect perfection…
YTC… 2015
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