Its Love

 

It just wants its Love

Going Deeper

Into the Ether

I just want to know

If you know?

 

It wants its Love

It wants Its Love

It craves its scent

 

The perfume

In that swirl

Of an afternoon glow

 

The elevator lifts behind you

I just want its love

 

This love it craves

It craves its love

It craves its love

 

Holding on to deeper thoughts

 

It wants its scent

It just wants its love

Holding on to something

 

Its Love it wants

 

It craves its love

 

Over here

Underneath

 

Holding on to something

Clearly

Presently

 

Over here

 

Underneath

And over there

And over that

 

I want you to know this

Because it’s not hard to know

That it wants its love

It craves its love

It describes its love

 

With

Unfettered lightness

 

With Love it craves

And without it

It is ignorant

It is lame

 

It is filled with Novocain

 

 

Nothing to feed

Only your mouth

My red darling

 

Going through the motions

Over that path

Underneath your thighs

 

 

The scent

What does it bleed like?

 

“The scent of a broken bottle”

I made you come

And I made you come

Its love made you come

 

 

It wants its love

So desperately

 

That it will do anything

 

For its love.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2016

 

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