Our hunger for one another grows and goes unfulfilled. <br />A desire that can be matched by no other, you are my weakness. <br />You have me under your spell, with your touch of passion. <br />Your fire takes me to another level of temptation, one that I can no longer control. <br />I will have you in my arms again. I will have you in my bed, between my legs, unleashing your desire. <br />I will feel those hands on my thigh, creeping upward, to my waiting wetness. <br />I will feel your tounge, tasting me all over, again and again. <br />I have you, and you have always had me. I pulsate through your soul with every beat of your heart. I course through your veins with every breath you take. I am your fire that keeps you alive.<br /><br />Natasha Bolling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desire-56/
