Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Desire
Desire
We’re lovers writhing in a fire
Burning with our hearts’ desire
In the floating dewy glow
Where night and day are ever slowly
Making gentle slumbered love
To serenade the skies beyond
Eternal haunted ecstasy
The ever lasting lingering
As hunger slides beneath our skins
And ragged breath explodes within
To gently thrust from craving souls
The essence of our ample hearts…
Desire
I do not own my sanity
For it lives in your sanctity -
A fragile creature, small and bare,
Held by your grace for lack of air…
I do not own your fleeting kiss
Yet that is what I mostly miss -
Your eyes so intimately drawn;
If only we could stay ’till dawn…
I do not own the sands of time;
I can’t control how they align -
Speeding down this one way street
I long for our two paths to meet…
I yearn some day to have and hold,
To meet you in eternal fold -
If only to possess your light
To lift me from this darkest night…
Then must you speak of one that loved not wisely but too well…
-Othello
James blunt – I Really Want You
Desire
Addicted to honey,
And playing with fire;
The beautiful burning -
The fuel – my desire…
The succulent wetness,
A pulsating burst;
The bountiful quenching -
The essence – my thirst…
My hunger abundant,
Pursuing the mound;
The lips for the feeding -
The craving – my hound…
The rapturous yearning,
Erupting through skin;
The blissful ascending -
The climax – my sin…
Fitting
Snug in our gloving -
Two souls everloving,
Our passion locked to blazing bolts -
In screwing threading nuts…
Socket plugged – electric veined -
Connecting cogs are turning the gears…
Keyed to your tune – unlocking the vault -
Uncorking bottled expectations…
Our fingers are groping exclamations,
Perfectly filling the spaces between
As we float on the Yin-Yang erupting release
When all the pieces come together…
I am breath…
I am ardorous adventure…
Impatiently yearning – expectantly searching -
Eternally questing for carnal thirst quenching…
I am fearless flirtation…
Beating the drum of primal prurience -
The beckoning banter of trysty delight…
I am delectable desire…
Expectantly turmoiled – whispering whirlwind -
Restlessly stirring the bumps of geese…
I am clinging caress…
The wanton exploring of enchanted valleys;
Nuzzling the essence of succulent curves…
I am ragged ravishment…
Frantically feeding on the frenzied fervor -
Faster, Faster – Feel the FUROR!
I am rupturing release…
Bubbling ecstacy – burst of euphoria
Rapture in an instant – lost in forever…
I am thrilled tranquility…
The blissful oblivion – the warm afterglow -
I am snuggling slumbering serenity…
