Last night my heart craved for sensational love,
The kind that you get when you can't get enough,
The kind that survives where fickle does not,
The kind that withstands the hardest of knocks.
Last night I was high on sensational love,
Drunk on the thought that she cared quite so much,
I over imbibed but my glass never drained,
I quaffed and I guzzled, I sipped and wassailed.
Last night I found peace in sensational love,
Where heaven meets earth and the two almost touch,
Where the bed of creation hides a rose coloured spot,
Where the woman you love gave you all that she's got.
©Joseph G Dawson
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