Age of desire

An old tree
Ages silently,
Never past its
Fruit-bearing age

Seeds pollen grains
Pheromone of love
Calmness of seduction
& the world gets charmed

Lush colors bloom at hearts,
Nectar secret at the base
Of pleasure passage,
Culminates the sovereign calling.

Brims with light in the morning
Comes of age during the day
Whispers needs in dusk
To consummate in dark

Age of desire is so old
It’s a decoy, of truth;
Age of desire, is a continuum
Is truly the age of life.

Came across this wonderful theme given by @DimpleVerse and used a photo from an older post on @carnalverse.


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