It’s true
I crave you
In the most sensual ways I try to get to you
Crave the way you say my name as soon as those sounds leave that mouth I drown in what used to be kerosene ignited by what you do to me
I want you
Don’t you want me
Why are we contemplating
Becasue your hesitant truth defeats you
I need proof to believe you
But I don’t know how to
Nevertheless skeptic truths I still crave you
I crave your truth
Not your ruse
Bound by the breaths of our (unholy) sins no longer little kids you’re my wish
Finger tips caress my hips
Selfishness arises fall in love with me
Why do you want that from me
Just take me make me
Love isn’t a must
It’s lust just for us
You and me craving each other’s infamy

Seated high on the throne of infamy
His smarting embrace envelopes pure desire
From the water you drink to the air you breathe
From the riches of kings to the rags of beggars
Your freedom, your mind, your possessions, your obsessions
Craving greatness and gall, everything and all
Senselessly slaved to the poisoned yearning of his core
He is avarice absolute, he wants the world and more.