This self torture

has to stop

but oh, how I wish

it could go on forever


The brief glimpses of you

not nearly enough

but more than I

could ever hope for


The endless ache

the throbbing need

sent spiraling into motion

by the timbre of your voice


Your woman

my man

neither enter

into the equation


This is Lust

Pure and Simple


I want to melt with you

in the flames of passion

Even if it's only once


I want to be engulfed

in the heat of your eroticism

if only but once


To just go over

the precipice of ecstasy

-Once


To die a satisfied woman....