My Baby

Published in "Clocks of the Seasons" - The International Library of Poetry - Eternal Portraits Collection.

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My baby is desire,
Like the smooth caress of the wind on a hot summer’s day.
My baby is lust,
Like the burning embers of an autumn sky.
My baby is passion,
Forever lighting the dying ashes within.
My baby is like an itch,
One that can never be scratched away,
Like a drug,
Potent and addictive,
Forever intoxicating, never yearning to be sober.
Like an unquenchable thirst,
A drink that I can never get enough of.
Eyes that burn and sear through my soul,
Seeing all that words could never say.
My baby is heat,
Cloaking me in arms that warm the coldest of nights.
My baby is love,
And that is all I could ever need.