I’ve been waiting for ages,
For whole centuries
To feel your touch again,
The soft rose petals
Of your Venus-flower lips,
And yesterday when we seized the moment,
Forbidden and stolen,
My soul was sparked
And my skin seared
With the feel of you.
How am I supposed to live
Outside of you?
I ache to feel you on me -IN me- again,
Wrapped up in the passion,
In the anguish
And the mad desire
Of that single moment.
Wrong? No, I don’t think we are-
There is something sacred
In the need for love,
A divine Right to seek out
The flame of the soul,
And I fed my fire yesterday
With the torment of your kisses.