Thirst

Thirst

Air so thick

I can taste it,

Burning the back of my throat.

Sweat beads drip

Finding their way

To my lips.

The bitter salt

Reminds me

Of sin.

The taste of

Too many dreams

Of your gleaming flesh.

I thirst for

The influence

Of your upper hand.

The heat

Bears upon me

As a million blazing suns.

Skin so hot

With desire

and heat of a billowing fire.

The power to control

Rages from

My every pore.

Having thrice lived

Pain bows

In my path.

Our love affair

Reciprocal

Mutually gratifying.

Yet I hunger

For that lantern

In the Darkness.

To escort my flame