Do I want?

Do I want to feel you against me?

Yes, and so much more…..

Do I want to taste you?

Yes, and so, so much more.

I want things I cannot name

for fear of going over the edge

which sailors once dreaded

plunging into exotic realms

places forbidden by customs

called Morality.

Desire

Desire opens doors

that logic locks

And feeds on needs

unmet

Risking the sacred

for moments of

sweet sweaty satisfaction