My Beauty's Desire Poem by Crimson Love

My beauty’s desire,
Burns within me like a raging fire,
The coals run deep,
I speak this language of want and need,
My hunger for passion, is a beast in which we must feed,
Consuming your love, your lust, your passionate touch,
This passionate beast consumes, what it needs,
it consumes what it must, to help you see,
This desire wasn’t meant for one, it was meant for two
Together or apart, only me and you.