Nothing satiates me the way your lips do.
I find myself burning up with desire for you.
And what to do when I can't seem to get through to you?
I self destruct inside from the panoramic view.
Insatiable hunger matched with images of us,
Something screams for more but it chokes on dust.
Left behind to reach as you walk further away
Starving for your touch, I've become your slave.
YOU ARE READING
The Black Kettle
PoetryA book of poetry that I was going to publish but decided to use for online formatting and constructive criticism so I can create a book of poetry that I can debut.
