My Heart Pounds
by Wendy McKnight
My Heart it pounds,
Like the ancient drums it sounds.
My Flesh it burns,
Like the lava of the volcano as it churns.
My Lips are thirsty and needing,
Like the parched earth growing the seedling.
My Bosom is warm,
Like the fullest of clouds before the storm.
My Dreams overflow with passions,
Like the stories of lovers a writer does fashion.
My Soul it sings,
Like the bells of the great cathedral do ring.
My Whole Being is consumed with desire,
Like the rageing destruction of great fire.
My pounding heart, my body’s flesh, my thirsty lips,
My bosom warm, my dreams of passion,
My soul’s song, my being whole, I give to you,
Like only a woman in love could do.
Submitted: March 5, 2001
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