I’m hungry
for your sweet touch.
I’ve been starved
much too long—
a child with
no food.
I’ve been starved
much too long—
an addict
without their high.
And you do
make me feel
so high,
I don’t ever
need a drug.
I’m hungry
for your succulent taste.
your lips
nourish everything
that I,
nor anyone else,
could ever suffice.
I yearn for
that caress;
my heart lies
dormant
until it arrives.
Oh, it hurts
so much to
wait for you:
the boulder
in the bottom
of my stomach,
the constant
reminder;
my mind and gut
in a constant
bind,
a permanent cringe
from your prolonged silence.
Oh, it’s so hard to
want you,
but desperation
and instinct
drive me back to you.
I just can’t
get enough
of the mental paralysis
you give me
with only a
flash
of your azul eyes:
the deepest and most
dangerous of seas—
the perfect pick-me-up.
And I don’t
know why,
but I just can’t get enough
of you,
even if you do
cause me pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem