endlessly, again & again.
overflowing, a fountain
of heartache, desire.
words erupt like lava
from lips, soft as petals:
these words are beautiful.
simply said, elegantly whispered,
unassuming as snow.
they are as paper before ink.
it is only once we think
that they start to sting:
spider bites, bee stings,
a mosquito ******* blood
as a lover may suckle on your *******.
i do not need to be filled with warm coffee,
with soups, salads & sustenance,
with your tongue & your fingers.
i do not need to be fulfilled by anything
save your gaze:
a moonbeam that shatters my freckled skin.
i simply crave your words of adoration,
and your sleepy, contented smile.