L U S T


Your eyes
spoke to me
They told me
you wanted me

Your skin,
as I lick
tastes like wine

aged,
bitterly sweet
intoxicating

Your tounge
welcomes mine
thrusting,
probing
tasting my breath
devouring my soul

You moan
to my every touch
begging for more
your veins, throbbing
with anticipation

I want to feel myself
inside you
and leave this world
this life.