you speak with fine lips
modeled from flickering stars
with words of the sky

I love to feel your body next to mine
I languidly run my nails up and down your chest.
Time has been kind to you, you've aged like fine wine
Next to you I feel delirious that you desire me.
I feel addicted to you, my passion is boundless.
Every time I see you, I smile,
Wantonly I want you to defile me.
Craving you like an addict craves his drug of choice.
Your touch emblazones my need, my lustfulness.
How long will our desire last?
Until we run out of breath?
Until we desire others?
I kiss you deeply, hear your heart pound in time with mine,and
I lie in the knowledge that we will never desire another

I wish he held me like he does his last cigarette.
Like that cigarette is the last bottle of water in the desert.
I wish he would inhale my scent like he did that toxic smoke.
Like the scent of me calmed his mind as much as the nicotine did.
I wish he would grasp me firmly on a winter morning like he did his last cigarette.
Waiting for a bus, or a train, sharing a piece of his day with me.
I wish he would want me, for a minute, for a moment.
But wishing for him, is wishing on a star that has been dead one hundred years, but still shines bright in the darkened sky.