It stirs
Deep within,
Nearly like a rage-
But softly tempered
By desire
And a good glass of wine.
Below the surface,
Beneath the skin
And embedded in the muscles,
The hunger is there-
Less soft
Than raw,
Less hard
Than strong.
There
Deep inside
And simmering sweetly,
Achingly
Real.
Timothy Vance Jackson
November 21, 2009
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