My Hearts Desire Poem by Edith Niemeyer

MY HEARTS DESIRE
As my head begins to touch the pillow..
my thoughts return to you...
my heart misses you..
wants' and needs' ache become a dagger
pierced within my cores' heart.
then desires' blade rips;
for savage tiz the rip..
the teaching of my imaginings'
await release within.
Saving for you...
the wickedly gentle caress of writ
-not spoken-
but felt between your soul and mine.
The trappings within..are released....
My thoughts' embrasions
sending echoes of sensuous delights
that transcends and awakens
inwards' desires'
and cascades within'
flesh upon flesh.
destitutions' hurried rummages' through
villainous arterial venules lay in wake;
detonations' voiceless' echo
rages fractiously..
for you alone are......
recipient....
to...
MY....
HEARTS DESIRE.