Two things that are not satisfied
Three that are ravenous
The fire that burns
The desert sands
And my hunger for you
But like my heart they have been filled
And are always wanting more
More passion
More flesh
More of your serpentine tongue
An endless desire
A well never full
Don't stop your empty kisses
Your infinite flower
Rise up
Ease down again and again and again
The endless dance of sweat and breath
The melody of moans and sighs
A tangle of thighs
A symphony of sensation
Never ending Never enough
Forever and never
And never again
P. Frias