An artistic expression of fate

In the arms of someone I’d love to know

Shadows casting glimpses of our sin

Yet not a soul will know.

Hungrily eager to take a bite

But our tongues won’t let our teeth past.

Hands in all directions

Touching souls

As well as skin

Pressing bodies

That exchange fluids

As we set a path

To become one.

Feed me,

I’ve become so hungry

For you.