Three Things, For You

My heart bleeds with tortured bliss,
for your passion,
your fire, your touch.
One gentle brush of skin,
I ache with searing want.

My body arches in painful lust,
for your flesh,
your lips, your soul.
Two bodies entangled forever,
I will suffer no more.

My soul crys out with salacious need,
for your scent,
your taste, your love.
Three things from me,
I will give to you forever.

My heart.
My body.
My soul.

Reviews

[Nicholas Hallows]

I like this poem. It doesn't hold back and speaks with a powerful passion.