The Void Poem by Rebecca Walters

Insatiable fire which upon me is thrust
The need to fulfill a void which has never been satisfied
Yet somehow knows how it feels to be full

Reckless admiration takes a hold of me
How can I love you if I don’t really know who you are?
Yet as silly as it might sound you have found your home
In the depths of my heart

Anger and frustration inside me stir
For how can I miss your kiss when I’ve never tried your lips?
Yet the mere thought of your quiet provocation causes in me
A sudden revelation of desire, of sullen desperation

Denial tries to take me back to my senses
For how can I call you mine when I don’t posses you?
Many like you the world has known
Yet when whenever other lips I taste
I know nothing could compare to that pair of lips
I’ve never even kissed