Horizon's Aim
Gasp my arrow, against wetted angst... pinned. Swept all else to backdraft voidsMy past… flowing close to followingNever-the-less eros prevailsAs pain takes backseat to hearts hollowing You, the keeper of steps forwardFilling the now-empty with your sensual acheRegret not experiences taughtProffered lusts promised, mine to take Fever's heat, drying saline blur Taking to the street on sleek machineYour tight lines, skin-tight chicTreat my senses to out-of-control caree...