Lust

Ravenous, I cling to you; You welcome me and we create a seed, that is raw desire and naked need. Born of sudden lust, and longing for the simple gift of skin on skin. Hunger expressed by fingers drifting across a breast; by nails raising ripples on an arching spine; by the way a wet hot tip of tongue licks paths of fire across a curving neck; by the way our arms clutch tightly as we crest -immortal, soaring out of the known, slipping through a crack in time and space, to find ourselves a story just begun, written on living skin with quaking hands -Turning to page one...