Immortal Craving Poem by Anya Garcia

Lover, I crave your mouth in which
my tongue so often touched,
the movement of your lips with mine
full of intoxication, how I yearn that
scarlet rose so much.
I want to devour you,
bite your flesh,
I want to consume
the passion
that exudes.
From your soul through your being,
through your eyes, through your heart.
Burn my skin, take my air
inhale my breath.
I want to feel the fire
that keeps my legs my apart.
Put your hands through my hair,
get lost in the black,
I want to go to the place
where there is no coming back.

(01/04/2010)