I long to be longed for,
to be hunted from the shadows
like half-suspecting prey
as you undress me slowly in your mind
until your mouths water.
I desire to be desired,
the hand on my thigh that screams I want you now!
as we drive back to your place or mine
where we may or may not make it to the bed
before you pounce and rend my flesh in your frenzy.
To be the purpose of your passion,
the feast that is feasted on--
if only I could discover
who and where you are.
1 comment:
How beautifully written - the imagery is fantastic.
Interestingly enough I feel the same way about my higher self - not in quite the same sexual way per se but with the same emotion, depth of feeling and desire. Perhaps that is why The Bible likens the union with God/That Which Is to be like a marriage consummation as do the sages Kabir and Rumi in their poetry or the Buddhist Thich Nhat Hanh
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