Your fiery surface burns
at the taste of my tongue.
I've tasted love,
making feast of who you are.

Starved of your love,
far too long. The longing hurts.
Bent out of shape,
these days missing your curves.

I crawl at your love,
far before I learn to walk.
I felt your claws dig into me,
far enough for the pain to pour.  

Longing now for more.

Whether it be longing or lust,
my body turns to ashes.
As for my heart,
goes along in the wind as dust.