Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Lust
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…
Attraction
I’m lost in this infatuation,
Overwhelmed by fascination,
Drowning in the chemistry
Of love in total saturation…
Floating on the ecstasy,
Intoxicated by the heat
Of your majestic gravity
I’m pulled by extraordinary
Uncontrollable attraction…
Lured by velvet-smooth seduction,
I’m enticed by my temptation
To release and follow this
Enchanting dream until the end…
Massive Attack – Angel
The Rolling Stones – Love is strong
Bush – The chemicals between us
Kinky Robot – Gravity
For the life of me I could not find a better version of this song…
Slow
What starts off as an idle thought
Now gently trickles down your spine
It climbs across your arching back
Caressing shoulders with a breeze
A ragged breath begins descent
As treacle flowing down your neck
In spreading warmth across your chest
Traversing trails toward your navel
Screaming skin left in its wake
The dripping journey of molasses
Overflows and spills the brim
To ooze into a wanton pool
That settles snugly in your loins…
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…
