The Lovers

By Basforte

The enchanted solitude of two lovers
where sensations of each random touch
of finger tips and tongues
and salt of salt
is the avenue to consummation

Breathing in each musky odour
my flesh, your flesh
fuels desire upon desire
the passion which burns
born of each frustration
is denied, beyond reach
written on our bodies
by each others nails and teeth

our emotions brought higher
by groin fire
screams to be touched to death
and is finally gorged and spent
in mad
hopeless
love.