~Dripping~

The twisting of flesh
her body contorting
Back arched just so
Breasts firm and heaving
Moans dripping off her lips
Feel the thirst of my lapping.

No stopping no pausing
just lust hot and burning
Bodies ablaze
like hell fire...
Melting, melding,
molding into each other.

This is the hunger
the desperate desire
the ache and the need
like binding with wire
that draws me again
back to her, beside her, into her.

Sweet, sticky and dripping
Like drizzles of honey
rich and decadent on the tongue
Every sway, every stroke
every inch of us consumed
filling us up...for a moment...

And when the storm grows calm
where does she go?
From the screams of exstacy
from the rapturous spasms
From a heart filled with longing
to indifference and isolation.

Where is the fervor?
Where is the girl
with fire in her eyes?
Where can she be?
Lost in the glassy
gaze of satisfaction?

No hunger nor need
No desire or craving
While I wait....again
Appetite unflinching
Waiting again for her
to feel alone and empty