Ten souls of wishing

Intoxicating is the breathing of the aroma of loves sighs
A splendor of emotion nearing tears of joy from my eyes
Thoughts I contain inside.
The threading filaments of judgment are an abhorrent torment
My own oscitancy prevailing within boredoms septic abutment
Fingering the pulse availing me.

Like ten souls of praying holding glistening tongues
Asking or heedless rushing all for their moment of tasting
Lusts sumptuous satiating.
Each longing eye staring fitful, sharp and gently skewed
Portraying anger, envy and loves blasphemous fuel
The jewel that is the heart.

Could they thus then present their lusts most wanting
To the sideral eyes in fiery lives oft described heaven bound
Too starry to be true.
Vivaciously vaunting the haunting lines of slender form
The tempter of personal hidden truth sheltered and worn
By the lies of the outside mind.

Diverse in searching yet meanings all to ends are seeking
The deft touch of smiling hearts flushed felt in simpatico
The safety of that stations soul.
To maneuver through the slew of platforms singling on that one
High purchase price the devious device of a ticket
Hard wanted yet ill in the ability to afford it.

Instead’s steadying are the various fruits of passions false labor
Calamitous results lend their faults as a fictitious victor
Against what is hoped for.
Lusts cruel seed indeed is planted within this nefarious need
To possess the object of passion so crassly lacking love
That itself would simmer to simply appreciate.

Woe is the animal’s stamina within as it howls for release
Defeating easily youths innocent spirit of white fleece
Stained to adulthood’s freeing ease.
It becomes the notion that loves reckless false devotion
Should be terminated from the eyes, ears and heart
The vicious lament of after infatuation.

Yet if cupids ploys upon girls and boys should pass away to death
Intelligence should question then how would love start?
For the true of heart.
The zeal of lust in prurient curiosities zestful instigation
Arises all species of loves varied palsies and pleasings
That thrill and give movement to life.

Therefore stand I, no more better than before to answer
What queue I should accept to let the heart rest
When gripped by infatuations emptiness.
A collision of necessity is forth with brought unto me
Disallowing divergence from hesitations infuriating passivity
Waiting for the answer as a gift to me.