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
Copyright © Sarah Comstock | Year Posted 2011
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