Craving
By johnqpublic
though sated for the momemt it remains undimished eating through my soul like flames roaring through a doomed house the curves of her invade my dreams; i wake to reach for the emptiness where she was skin like caramel to be licked & kissed (but not by me, tonight, my mouth trembles with the craving) eye contact on the street makes me shudder there are lethal beasts within those orbs waiting to absorb me i dream of her hair (like silk from ancient china) in my dream, i wait for her to release her locks like rapunzel so i can climb her wall to her second story window where i can find the touch i crave at her touch i burn in the broiling tropics of her skin deadly as a viper's vemon to me, but still i crave to be enfolded in her curves Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 08:26 AM PST 10 • 0
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