Treasure Island

Melissa Hurst


Amaranthine Aphrodisia


My body suffers from an intense desire,
so much appetence.
To have your head buried between my thighs
and your hands cupping my breasts and caressing my face
would bring an end to this fanatical madness.

I'm hanging by a thread
as I lay side by side with lust.
O, but I love you as well!
I cannot sew my heart back together.
You hold the needle and thread.

O, let me be your woman!
Take me away with each crowning point!
I want you to feel the fire in my fingertips
and see tears flood my eyes.
I'll be a slave to your heart and to your organ...

Submitted: Monday, January 07, 2008

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