Desperation

A Re-Add from before the great Writer's Cafe wipe...

Pulses of melancholy
dart through me in
tempo
lip pulled between teeth
urging on the feeling that
satiates
penetrates to
my very core

Every nerve ending
raw and aching
yearning for
contact

The press of your skin to mine
warm, hard, wanton
mouth dry with desperation
panting, wicked need

That exquisite desire
to have you sink
into me