LUST
This is a different kind of lust. Not the same intensity that I'm used to but somehow I feel it more when it is directed to her. I want her. Not just her body. I want her. I lust for her. Everything she is, was, going to be. I want her in every sense, I do not crave her touch. I crave her mind and voice and love.
Don't get me wrong, I want to devour her. To kiss and touch every part of her body, to know how she ticks and whines and moans to my touch. How her body folds into mine or mine into hers. Kissing her, I can imagine will feel like the world tipping on its axis and exploding. Pulling her into me, my hands in her hair, her hands on my hips. I want her, she is something I can see myself always wanting.
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God is my Strength
PoetryThis is not about God, this is about love. ______________ All my bad poetry in one book.
