Lust

I have the images,

But not the words.

The sensation

The touch

The drip.

 

Down my spine and between my legs

 

With the tip of your tongue

Bringing me to the edge.

Bite me where it’s sensitive

And warm

Suck me where it’s slippery and

wet.

 

A bit of pain

A lot of pleasure.

 

Ha.

 

Everything is there for you to feast on.

For your eyes only

For you.

 

Innocent and sweet

Like sickly poison.

For I am the scorpion

Deadliest of all signs

Goddess of passion

 

If only lust had a mouth

For words to spill from it’s sweet lips.

Seduction.

Sensuous as they may be.

I breathe them here

–          Today, tonight

 

For you

 

As I cry in anguish

With each new touch

It keeps me wishing

 

Lust.