Touch me with the fire that your eyes reflect,
And with the intensity that is willing to protect.
Burn me inside with your promises,
Come, do what your passion says.
I let you take me out of this place,
Before I disease--I want to see us embrace.
Break down the space in distance,
Let’s sweeten our existence.
My mouth is dry and needy,
Wake up your breath greedy.
Do not wait and hold me tight,
I’m already addicted to your bite.
I’m waiting for you to come
and give of that discharge some.
Don’t leave me in an agony and pain,
In my life you can reign.
(For you my meany)
Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010