Thirst

My body thirst for yours the way a sinner does sin.

The fire in you eyes engulfs my world of color into that of one of heat and passion.

The tips of your fingers leave delicate indentations in my ivory skin.

Black and blue stain my legs, each a symbol of our love, rough and loving.

I thirst for your attention, I thirst for your touch, your body, you.

This thirst is overpowering, each time we touch is like an ice cold bead of water running down my parched tongue.

Your body mends with mine, melting and shifting in the rhythm of our silent love song.

Your lips search for mine in a way that makes my skin burn up in sin.

Your hands grasp my wrists, my hips, my hands, my hair, my neck, marking me with your invisible hand prints, making me yours.

Your eyes search mine, whispering all the promises of love.

You burn me in that the thirst of a love I have never know.