I lust for your body when,
I lie alone late at night,
My mouth salivates at the thought,
Of your heavy taste.

I cannot say enough,
How hungry the symmetry of your hips,
Make me feel,
Or how beautiful you really are.

I nearly cried that night,
You told me you had died.
I mourned for a world,
That could have never known your presence again.

I must say that I would have surely,
Been driven by insatiable hunger,
And a darkness that would fill me inside,
To follow you into the great unknown.

For a world without my dearest,
Is a place I surely cannot be,
Nor would I find myself able,
To even find the strength to breathe.