Thirst

Like winter whiskey and summer sex,

I enjoy how just the scent of you makes me feel 

 

Without even a taste my eyes glaze, my tummy tickles,

my mouth waters for that which tastes like coming home

 

Each of you give me the opportunity to train myself,

to harness my carnal urges and abstain from even thoughts

 

It’s not your fault anymore than Whiskey or Sex 

 

Fire water, heated intercourse and your presence

my reaction to each of you blamed on my own thirst

 

Individually strong intoxicants that cloud my mind

the combination of the three of you would kill me

 

I would die with a smile of pleasure upon my face 

finding myself home at last and finally totally free

 

Old me gone and new me awakened into the light 

                  ~ Kiddṏ

 

Tanha literally means “thirst,” and is commonly translated as craving or desire.

 Pāli: Taṇhā, तण्हा
Sanskrit: tṛṣṇā, trishna तृष्णा

Pali: kama-tanha (sense-craving)

Also referred to as craving for “sensuality” or “sensual pleasures”

This is a craving for sense objects which provide pleasant feeling, or craving for sensory pleasures

Unintentional Feelings

Dream whirled

Feelings that I do not intend to use
nothing to gain
but what is there to lose?

Delectable flutterings like a tasty crave
difficult to manage
trying to get my thoughts to behave.

Dazed, preoccupied and distracted,
scenes involuntarily imagined
unable to be redacted.

Slight control of my delicious dreams,
less than usual,
maybe that’s just the way that it seems.

Perhaps my effort is merely token,
a sham of an endeavor,
to cease dreaming of things emphatically left unspoken.

Can it even be done?
Please do not teach me.
That would be less fun.

Dallying with the consciously unthought
we drift through my nocturnal illusion
where deed and sentiment are less fraught.

Serendipitous pleasures I don’t want to miss
I won’t learn how to quit
Ignorance is such delicious bliss.

~KiDD

Dream whirled