Consume my every thought
wondering how it would be to
be alone,
to talk,
to walk,
to be one,
to feel present,
hands
upon this face,
lost heat that kept
me warm,
would I be hot,
breathing rapidly,
with just this idea,
I am inspired by
sheer desire
to get to know, such passion,
truth,
about who WE are,
to taste such juices
must be
a succulent experience,
a taste so sweet,
my end would be bitter,
fairness,
it is not for you,
for me,
want-vs-have,
can’t have
YOU
only within this harmless
wild imagination,
lick, suck,
the juices of this unknown pleasure
from my fingers that seek the
food of my imagination,
hunger,
I’m starving,
can you make me feel
Satiated?
Yvette, I really loved your poem! It was so hot and really turned me on. Please write more like this......smile