Poems About Love, Desire & Lust
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Only Lust For You More
On the couch you climb me
tongues melting deep.
Your hands on my face.
We break, I look in your eyes.
I see the pain in them
and just want to love you.
Protect and look out for you.
I want this forever.
You want to let me in but can’t.
And I only lust for you more.
Perfect pan dulce, grip firmly
you exhale heavy.
“Don’t hold back. Let go.”
the Spanish I breathe in your ear.
You do.
You take me in deep
and our worlds burn away.
Lost with you in another reality.
One where we both don’t feel
alone and vulnerable.
I am deep into you in every way.
Body and soul.
But don’t quite know it yet.
I know you are too
but don’t know it either.
Or can.
We’re both scared of each other.
To get too close.
And I only lust for you more.
Fear grows with the intensity of
our infatuation.
Familiar danger brings terror.
Impending pain invites anxiety.
But I feel alive.
Nothing else like it.
In the kitchen, we devour each other
for the fourth time that night.
I can’t get enough of you either.
You hurt me that afternoon
I put you in line
and you only cling to me tighter.
And I only lust for you more.
Carry you to the bedroom
tongues melting deep.
Worlds burn away another hour
until our spectacular return.
Stillness.
Our limbs intertwined.
It all feels right.
You kiss my face.
We could have this forever.
But you can’t let it in.
And maybe I can’t either.
And I only lust for you more.
Come
I often wonder
if you will ever come.
how you will look,
how you will be.
there has always lived in me
this fantasy
where you’d arrive
and we’d enter bliss.
both surprised,
even skeptical
but glad.
a mystic bind.
an understanding.
a blaze.
a tie so deep,
like emily hit on.
I wonder if that will ever be,
if I even deserve such a thing.
is it something so pure
that only few experience?
really get?
or do many get to feel it?
are many of us supposed to?
or are they all deluded?
would I be deluded?
is it in itself a delusion?
I hope it’s real
and that it comes
to those who seek it.
not just wait for it
but actively search for it.
find it,
revel in it,
inhale it deep,
satiated,
having earned it.
forever warmed by it.
if it is real
and you’re the one
with whom to form it,
can be created with,
come.
I am.
looking deep,
searching hard,
venturing far.
come.
speed this up
so we can savour it longer.
either way
I will move patiently,
despite all the futilities.
the liabilities.
the pointless,
vague
nothings.
and have hopes you’re worth it
whether you exist
or not.
I will keep looking
whether you’re on earth or not,
whether you can even be found.
whether I’m supposed to find you.
come,
at last.
appear
and be the last.