Mourning the sexual nature

I miss the longing of your touch like a thirst

I miss the deepness of your voice on my lips during passion

I need the heat of your skin on my body like a hunger

A need that can't be justified or sound

Having so much pleasure with pain strictly without ration

Is heartache all that can come from our love headfirst

I fall through an abyss of undone thoughts abound

I sit in an open space feeling closed in tight straddle fashion

Now unknowingly all see again is you and me in hunger

How does my skin still feel hot and tightly bound

My thoughts of you fueling the deep craving of distraction

Until it feels like all my very being inside will burst

Now time has passed so slowly in my head as a pound

I go days and nights without you and thoughts of you of satisfaction

Until laying there gently holding my chest grows the old hunger

I can't look away from you in thought I'm spellbound

A thought of sexual confrontation and transaction

A wild thought killing with the thickness inside the Hearst

I realize everything I do and think of you just fills me madly and with hunger