Where art thou, that love that once was mine?
I feel you still within me
ALIVE like the pounding of my heart
And yet, where are those sensual pleasures and connection I long for?
In the city, one can often feel alone, people bustling to and fro
Where are we really going? Does anyone know?
So many men and so little time, I once heard myself say
To conquer or be conquered I have learned is not the way
There is such lack of meaning in so much of what we do
Superficiality, pretension, competition
Who are we really? Why do we do what we do?
My heart is like a well which runneth over
I have so much to give, so give is what I do, yet my love eludes me, as I long to know him ever-more
Is it so wrong to desire the touch, smell, taste, and…
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