How would I tell you

That it isn’t your kisses?

How would you understand

That it is not your strokes?

I know it’s love,

I know it’s passion,

But your eyes don’t tell me

What I need.

Look at me with desire,

With want, with lust.

Tell me you’re craving

For me to fulfil your wish.

Tell me you need my blood

To warm yours.

Tell me your unrestrained hungry

For my body.

I know it’s love

I know it’s passion

But I need more of you,

My desire needs yours

To be one soul.