Hungry

Hungry to feel the fingertips brushing upon my skin.

Touch me, and the body electric melts under it’s own heat.

Penetrate me, slowly.

Awaken all of the delicious tingling that initiates our journey,

And when we arrive, our sacred destination, a moment of enlightenment.

Hungry to taste desire, dripping wet on my tongue,

I will fill my mouth with your mouth, your tongue, your fingers.

This sweet treat, your soul.

Call my name.

No, whisper,

Breathe it,

As if it has just filled you,

And having touched deep inside, you breathe out,

Again to reach out to me.

I hear your voice.

I hear this whisper of my name,

And my heart forgets to take it’s next beat.

I smell you, too.

My bedsheets betray the lusty longing,

Of one embodied soul for another.

Your shirt, worn before lying me down,

Beckons me back to the sweetest moments,

Those that live as desire, not yet fulfilled.

I don’t see you.

My eyes search in the faces of the men passing by.

I watch their bodies move, and I remain unmoved.

But I have appetite…