The Call of Your Flesh

The call of your flesh
Is unbearable
My eyes eager
To fall upon you
To gaze
To feast
Making my body burn
With a yearning need
And a greedy want
Causing aches
In places
I didn’t know
You could go
Each fingertip
Is filled with desire
My palms laced
With a longing
I don’t recognise
As my own
Kisses drip
From wanton lips
Gentle
Fevered
Eager to share
Every secret
Every whisper
Every
Desperate
Deviant
Thought
My body
Against yours
Begs to bend
And burn
Us both
Beneath the weight
Of the passion
That flows
When the call of your flesh
Fills me with wonder
And every part of me
Comes undone