Lust whispers off the tongue
Husky and secretive; skin upon skin
Rolling through my veins, a crimson honey
Emerging upon gloss-smeared lips.
You scream for it internally,
Dragging teeth along in search of a source
'Where does all this come from?'
Catchin the careful whisper's echoes
Along a neck, a breast, a torturous rhythm;
Lust, Lust, Lust, Lust...
Your fingers follow the echoes possessively
They leave golden trails along
My face, my lips, my chest, my waist...
And I hear those echoes too,
They quiver in your eyes and touch.
I put a hand to yours,
And your fingertips are stained bloodred,
Red, red Lust.
Honeyed lips tremble against your neck
If only I could dissolve into the veins;
Be carried away in red torrents
To find the heart of such Lust.