Language is luscious,
Lascivious and lustful.
My infantile attempts,
To adorn it with adoration,
Can only fall a thousand times short.
Wistfully I can wish,
That my words,
I will be able to harvest Its' honey.
I have no other need,
Than to know that which has,
infinitely intrigued me,
And yet still alludes me.
Lascivious and lustful.
My infantile attempts,
To adorn it with adoration,
Can only fall a thousand times short.
Wistfully I can wish,
That my words,
I will be able to harvest Its' honey.
I have no other need,
Than to know that which has,
infinitely intrigued me,
And yet still alludes me.