Desire

Close your eyes.

Imagine your lover…

There,

Before you.

Nothing has satisfied the hunger in you.

There is no fix,

There is no drug,

There is no drink,

That can satiate your longing.

What matters now,
Is that you touch.

You feel warmth…

You taste satisfaction…

You exchange what your bodies,
And hearts can share.

A pure,

And utterly passionate…

Desire.

 

© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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