Desire speakes with your name
I hold it close it burs with flame
You burn my skin, burn me alive
This aching love will not subside
Your breath on my cheek is just a dream
Your kissing, touching, tasting can not be seen
Here we go in the middle of the night
You want me once
I want you one thousand times
A contest entry
- Quote Prompt by Perfectly Imperfect.
300 points, ended April 1, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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