Faydra Casey

Remembered Desire

Your eyes are like fire,
your skin so smooth.
I want to partake of your essence,
to sooth my soul.
Your lips are the milk,
I drank as a child.
Sustaining me, imprisoning me.
Your touch burning,
my soul aching.
Your words are the sermon,
of my tormented heart.
And your lips are milk.
The radiant sun,
that is your smile.
Warming as it did on long summer days,
parching my desire.
And your lips are milk.