Poem: Desire By Orville Lloyd Douglas

Your mind is like a library, since I am learning about new  art, cultures, and philosophy it is very stimulating.

Flipping through the pages of your hemispheres allows me to enter a chapter.

It is a voyage like crossing the Atlantic Ocean and discovering a new world.

I can sit for hours, staring into your brown eyes and feeling very  effervescent and loquacious.

I dream of this hurricane of passion, this cyclone of lust.

A torrential downpour of comfort is racing towards me.

I can feel this moment of happiness.

It wasn’t temporal, it  developed gradually.