Words of Silence | Poetry / Rants

Lust

You touch me,

My skin turning feverishly hot,

It burns with cravings,

I need more,

More of you,

I melt in your arms,

Your hands exploring,

I splash into the waves of ecstasy,

Pleasure drips from the words in my throat,

And once again, 

I am lost in your soul

-lust