(HOW DEEP DOTH I A MAN LOVE GO)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/DSzA6RbV7nA
I want your body... I mean I really want your body.
Every inch of you... The mental and the physical... The highs and the lows.
You got me aching in the wanting to know you.
So fucking bad... And I... Oh I... So much to say that I couldn't say it in a lifetime.
I feel you in the fires of my synapses... Igniting my soul... Oh I... I need you so.
Words cascading into the utter depths of all I a man know.
I alone for so long and I... I miss a woman's touch.
The heavily lidded eyes of lust... The sharp intakes of air.
The aftermath of coitus... A sigh, a cigarette, some conversation as sleep lingers at the edges.
I a man all alone contemplating these things... Your image on my pineal movie screen.
Object of my inspiration... Painted so vividly... An exhibit in my mentality.
The excruciating agony of loves torture ripping at a man's core.
I would hold you metaphysical in the throes of my dying.
You an angel as a man departs for Sheol... The gentlest brush of your metaphorical wings.
I want your body... I want your soul... Mine is your to take.
The Hebrew word seol [l/a.v], "Sheol, " refers to the grave or the abode of the dead ( Psalms 88:3 Psalms 88:5 ).
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
