I want
I want your sex
I want your poetry in me
Driving me wild
Lighting the fire
I want your eyes
On me,
Watching me burn.
I want your lips
With nothing on them,
whispers words in silences,
I hear you dear
Inside the rem-
Calling out, wildfire catches night
Off guard
I want what I can’t have,
I set off in search of lonesomeness
A sea quite in kind with me
I want only your lips
Dipped in nothingness
Whispered words in silences
Honeycomely tongue.

I want only your body of work
To sweat in painful expiations
Writhing in the streams
Of screaming exhultations


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