Never Get Their Fill


The raptures of the mind float within the dreams

Chased within fantasies effervescent beams

Lights that will not shadow, heat that will not scorch

Ever burning desires perched upon an unending torch

A wantoness that wells a thirst that doesn’t quell

An enamorment of an enchantment spell

The needs ignore the warnings of the mind

The truth goes unheeded for fulfillment’s bliss to find

Lost in the desires of the famished yearning

Left within the wanting of the passions burning

Never sated are the feeling of the wanting

Unfounded are the searched for hunting

Unrealized go the undaunted some

Questing for the rapture feelings to come

Yet always left to look for is a new thrill

Unknowing they will never get their fill

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