From the gut, my broken spirit cries out.

Yielding a cumbersome pain with referred doubt.

Cleaving to that which is known.

Safety to that which is prone.

Mine eyes seek your face,

to share in your grace.

I feel your will.

 I am caught up in over-spill.

I am lost in the memories

of the way we were.

How did this present malady occur?

I can’t forget the intimacy.

The feeling of being wild and free.

You knew just how to touch.

 With you, I have felt so much.

Just a look

was all it took,

for me to feel ecstasy.

You have been, and still are, my soul’s fantasy.

I miss the fire,

of your desire.

Flowing like sap from a tree.

Flowing through you into me.

Your lips singed my flesh

as they moved across my skin.

Painful, yet erotic, again and again.

I must find my way back to you,

before I die of starvation and thirst,

before the heat gets so intense

that I swell up and burst.

The time has now come

to bond together in perfect intimacy.

I need to fill this overdue vacancy,

and put up the sign,

 bright in lights.

 Revealing, no occupancy.