Need
Denise Santoyo
Everytime I have you
is like the first
time
and you are so strong
so deep, so hot
You sear me when our lips meet
my tongue laps at you
I hold you in my hands
in my mouth
in my center
You chase away sleep when we are together
I need you, all the time
I love you
when you are sweet
like rum, like froth
and when you are bitter
like solitude, like thought
Sometimes you are my orgasm
screaming
as I such you dry You are my addiction
I need you
every Thursday night
(...I have measured out my life in coffee spoons...)
T.S. Eliot
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