Lust

It was lust,
Her eyes seemed to gnaw on my soul
I had felt sensations like never before
She had the charm of a black magician,
My black magic woman.
She would have been nice, She chose not to
Of the other victims she chose me,
Made me feel special, Took me on a high ride
Tarnished my piousness
I still urge for her warmth, to hold her close, to taste her
And she was gone when I blinked
As the wind dies out when , rattling the leaves
Amongst the rustle I can still feel her ,
And my body yearns for her touch
To wash her in and drink the wine off her face
To touch her skin, the way her chest feels
Pressed against mine, eye to eye ,waist to mine
I wake up in some wet dreams, search for the pleasure
Unable still to touch, a skin different from her or mine
For her essence is sewn to my mind
Blistering and tormented, the lack of her touch like poison
Spread through my vein ,making me feel helpless
Waiting to be dead and reborn again, to bite into her flesh again
And express my love, while we are making love
Endless, melting away the time
Forever