Aug 2017
I desire your lips in all unruly abandon.
I hunger for the nectar on your tongue.
I burn for the fire of our transfigured union.
I see the shimmer of your eyes
And hear the sound of our song, as yet unsung.
Lover...tear me apart.
I am your next victim.
You are my unbridled obsession.
You are my wanton *****.
I hunger for the nectar on your tongue.
I burn for the fire of our transfigured union.
I see the shimmer of your eyes
And hear the sound of our song, as yet unsung.
Lover...tear me apart.
I am your next victim.
You are my unbridled obsession.
You are my wanton *****.
Sometimes, you just have to put it out there. Sometimes I feel like if I can't have passion in my life at least I can write my desire down on paper and send it out into the world. Sometimes, all you can do is drop a pebble and watch the ripples expand. Perhaps...
