crave

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, March 26, 2013 0 comments

your tongue
against every inch of my flesh would hold
my soul forever to passion

love would shimmer its light, time would stop,
i'd serve your heart, dearest dream

and then if you held me as though
there were no tomorrow,
breathed me in...
took me, took me, took me

i would surely sanctify
your alluring
figure

for oh, how i've always craved you