Fragments of Love & Death

The Thirst of My Desire

Dry as desert, I wait for your rain

To fall hard upon my trembling skin.

My parched lips part at the thought of you

And I gasp from the thirst of my desire.

I know the sweet pain that is to come

You will tear me with your tongue,

And peel back my skin.

Quivering hot flesh I’ll give to you,

Glistening like Persephone’s pomegranate seeds.

My mind consumed with the thought of the wine,

That I will drink from your soul.

I thirst, I long, I wait.