In the scorching heat of the barren wilderness, I prowl through.
I crave you.
I crave you endlessly
I crave you completely
I crave your voice, your mouth, the pale oval stones of your teeth.
Which I want to bite into my neck like creamy swiss cheese.
I crave your tongue, a thick piece of taffy, which I want to slide along me like a sugary coat of molasses.
Mouthfuls of your hair, like strands of thin pastrami meat.
Silently, I prowl through the streets.
Aching for the warm liquid honey that is your breath, melting over my skin.
Thirsting for your smooth laugh, which flows over me like a cooling glass of water.
I hunger for your hands on me, passing through my hollow form.
I want your fingernails to chip into my form, like tiny bits of almonds and sesame seeds.
To rake across the pale hills of my body.
I want to engulf the sunbeam that flares in your left nostril, your nose, and then the parts that are a sovereign serenity.
I want the fleeting shade of your eyelashes to get caught in my eyes
And so I walk in the deep wilderness, craving only your being.
Searching for your beating heart, following the sound.
It is true, that I crave only you.
YOU ARE READING
Paroxysm
PoesíaHere's a cluster of ramblings in my mind that I've put out into "poetry". Hope you enjoy it✌
