Desire

Oh, to feel that warm touch, To breathe you in and feel the body rush. Why do I want for you so much? Why must I burn for you with this ache. And late at night, still thinking of you, I lie awake. I know that I should leave you be, for my own sake. But you are one, whom I can not abstain. Your draw on me is strong, I can not refrain. It’s more than even I can explain. All I know is, I am engulfed in your fire. Just to feel your touch, your desire. Ignoring this pull would make me a liar. Because I want for your touch and kiss. To fall deep into your abyss. And to always feel like this. Now that I’ve tasted your kiss, I only want for more. Because I always want to feel the way you adore. So darling, do it again, that is all I ask for. Your hands warm against my skin. And a familiar want fills me again. Until I am defenseless herein. Here with you, with the want in your eyes. You already know what I cannot disguise. It comes as no surprise. I am lost in you. In your love, and want And satisfaction only serves to taunt, For the need for you seems to flaunt. Yes, with you I am obsessed. And this want for you leaves me possessed, With a desire that must be expressed. Sarah Comstock 1/31/11