consume my burning hollow

the music exposes some vibes;
sinner seems a sensual saint,
a spontaneous one designing
an indescribable experience, –
provoking me to invoke him, –
tacitly to lure him to my zenith
to consume my burning hollow

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« He wanted her. He knew where to find her. He waited. It amused him to wait because he knew that the waiting was unbearable to her. He knew that his absence bound her to him in a manner more complete than his presence could enforce. He was giving her time to attempt an escape, in order to let her know when he chose to see her again.»
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fragment from the novel, — The Fountainhead


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