I want to breathe you in,
Like scented words of a poem,
That fill my head with your essence,
Till there is room for nothing else.
Blame you for travelling far,
Into the realm of other worlds,
Where you give me a look, the look,
That keeps me in my head all day long.
I imagine the roughness of your fingers,
Running up my neck and into my hair,
As you pull me close like a black hole,
Up to your lips, your eyes, and your soul.
I imagine the heat your body emits,
As it glues with mine,
Then for a second we break apart,
And crush back, fiercer than a head-on collision.
I bite you, not in nibbles,
But in wide, animal gulps,
Leaving signatures on your neck,
As your tongue and teeth play upon my body.
It’s your musk, your scent,
That drives me insane,
Pheromones and hormones,
And that chemical drugged craze.