The obsession that takes me apart from limb to limb. Controlling every action and premeditating all the following ones also. The thirst, hunger and desire is for you alone Master. To dwell with you in this place, to be with you upon your holy mountain, to press my face on the floor, yearning for just a touch. Zeal fills my bones with passion that breaks the cares of anything else. The regret I carry is when your presence seems to be far away. I count all my breaths until we are together again. No ... nothing is good enough and this cannot be satisfied with any of those things. Only by your filling and manifested presence. Not with the eye or even by the touch, but I still know when you’re in the same room. So fill me up today Lord so the longing of my heart can be more out of control, I become a fool or even quite mad. But that line of thinking does shake me one bit, I am yours God and you are mine. Matthew A. Reed 9/11/12 Copyright (c) 2013 Matthew @ /projectgrapho.net - All rights reserved
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:05:14 +0000
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