Pressed in Shadows

Press into me in the shadows,
Present and everywhere.
Knit yourself with me,
Limb in limb.

I inhale you into me,
Closer still, imprinting.
Leaving your mark on my spirit,
Compelling my body to cry out.

Rake your fingers into my flesh
To indicate your craving.
Pleasure and pain,
In perfect balance.

I taste us on my tongue;
You’ll stay with me there.
Let’s just dwell here,
Shape the past in shadows.


I thirst.
Fine beads of sweat summon;
Salty, mineral, natural.
Taken on my tongue with fervor,
They provide only temporary satiety
Like a paradisiacal mirage.

I long to sip from your corporeal drink;
The liqueur of your body’s desire,
The deep pools of your musk.
I dream of a beautiful paradox:
All-encompassing fulfillment,
Yet unquenchable thirst.