the Need

stupid lust.

now i must leave a quiet need
that had a rope around my quite passion
for lost and forgotten
the things i once wanted
this need is now grasping
my hands are now haunted.

to hold was tighter
to breathe we breathed like fire
the higher we reached
to something underneath
which shook us whole, the smoke
to choke us
who lay below.

it was nice down there ( a scene i could see when i close my eyes to feed your needs)
it was getting familiar,
the scent of the sheets,
the waking of dreams,
the lips that caved to meet.