There is a question,
That is burning in my soul,
Giving me indigestion,
And stealing my control,
It’s lighting up the darkness,
With incandescent beams,
Trailing flames of radiance,
That scorches all my seams,
*
There is a question,
That is burning in my soul,
Giving me inspiration,
And freeing my control,
Words I have not spoken,
Remain a silent plea,
For caresses purely vocal,
Can only torture me,
*
There is a question,
That is burning in my soul,
Giving me stimulation,
That you alone control,
Tasting your intention,
Given by a languid touch,
Fuels the burning question,
Am I really good enough?
wow, this is fantastic. I ask myself the same question. I really enjoyed this. Wonderful piece. Very well written. ❤