The mere thought of you, brings the feel of it to me.
To my heart, to my mind and to my body.
A thought without any forethought, without trigger, but constant flow,
as if a faucet always on, sometimes a trickle and some times a
torrent, but always there.
Physical want, desire for the warm and tingling flesh underneath my
fingertips. To touch and feel the object so far and out of reach, you. To
acquire the taste of you in my mouth, to take in the look of you and
record it all forever in my brain.
You step so easily in and of my mind and the moments spent there with
you leave me awash with emotion and want so much greater than my
physical body can contain. I am overwhelmed by it, left by it in a warm, wet
gasping heap.
Groping, poking, probing into giving, warm, wet flesh to find only a
meager bit of sarisfaction. Desperation in the very attempt, relief for
only a moment. Ah, that short moment, the production heaven sent, the
result hellish in the knowledge and feeling of that incessant fever that
creeps back into me.
Never goes, never gone, a thirst never quenched, an appetite never
sated. No matter how much we drink, how much we eat, more will we want. The
taste of it and for it, will make our minds crave it even and ever
more.
Copyright ©2006 Delmina DeSousa
