Lust

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Sucking in the last of your breath

I can feel it start in my chest;

The hunger, desire for you.

Pressing my lips into yours

The lust becomes an uproar;

The hunger, desire for you.

Trailing the contours of you skin

I’m quivering with the space between us, paper thin;

The hunger, desire for you.

Breathing your aroma makes me shiver

I can’t take this for a second longer;

The hunger, desire for you.

10 thoughts on “Lust

    • authormercedes

      Thank you! When I started I hadn’t planned on doing the repetition but then it came to me and really pulled the whole poem together!

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