An upturned glance from lashes that hide
The ravenous craving that prowls inside
A hunger, insatiable that grows each day
Fed by the carnal games we play
A coquettish smile on soft lips
My fingers trail lightly on your skin, just the tips
A tease, a promise, of what my flesh can do
If ever I would give in to you
The temptation to entangle your body and mine
To taste such pleasures of a sin filled entwine
Enters my dreams and becomes flesh
Like an apple on the vine, my lips on it pressed
Breaking the skin and letting the juice drip
On my tongue as into the flesh I rip
Tasting you as you splatter on my tongue
Fruition of temptation has come
Dreams pass as the day dawns
Your taste lingers while the robin sings its mornings song
I awaken with renewed desire
The dream has not sated this kindled fire
So I wait to see your face, taking the chance
That you too hope for our flesh to dance
To the rhythm and beat of this carnal game
For only your touch, will my craving tame
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