Our hunger for one another grows and goes unfulfilled.
A desire that can be matched by no other, you are my weakness.
You have me under your spell, with your touch of passion.
Your fire takes me to another level of temptation, one that I can no longer control.
I will have you in my arms again. I will have you in my bed, between my legs, unleashing your desire.
I will feel those hands on my thigh, creeping upward, to my waiting wetness.
I will feel your tounge, tasting me all over, again and again.
I have you, and you have always had me. I pulsate through your soul with every beat of your heart. I course through your veins with every breath you take. I am your fire that keeps you alive.
Natasha Bolling
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desire-56/
