Riptide

Riptide

Riptide

What do I do with a lukewarm love?
Who is always there, but there is no shove
Tis only gentle and constantly there
Not much to do when my body is bare.

Feels like I’m ninety years old
When I’m with him, I hardly can hold
But I have much more energy
And want to give it vigorously

Sure I could take care of my need
But my appetite is voracious-it’s time to feed
Does that make me out of control
To give up willpower so cold?

I struggle with raging fire
But if I do not contain, it gets higher
Then I may crave more
And it will burn those I adore

If I could just put inhibitions aside
I might enjoy a glorious ride
But then I’d feel weak inside
That I got swept away by a riptide

But doesn’t that make perfect sense?
To quench a fire that had me tense?
Just let love wash over me
And let me drown in the sea!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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