should life be any less . . .

should life be any less





hips undulating to the rhythms
my soul is gyrating to the flow
my urge is beating upon my chest
should life be any less

my need is swallowing me
consuming my reason beyond
the light of my reason grows dim
all this was endowed to me by Him

can you not feel the beat
calling forth all you needs
my urge is beating upon my chest
should life be any less

my loins are pressing my dreams
with visions of primal need
I feel the storm of my desire
like a dry wood is consumed by the fire

care I not for damnation
for all I feel is blissful expectant joy
my urge is beating upon my chest
should life be any less

was not I told, yes to let go
allow my self to let flow
in love my seeds were to sow
for that is all that I wish to know

if I be damned then so be it
for I have answered my primal call
my urge is beating upon my chest
should life be any less








© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.