Guilty Pleasure

Like my favorite sweet -
I melt into you - a dish of all things forbidden.
The sound of your voice,
the look in your eyes,
& the feel of your touch
sends me into a frenzied rush for more
& more.

You are my guilty pleasure;
something I know I cannot nor should not have.
But I secretly crave your touch
& hands.
We indulge in our desires
as we indulge in each other.

To satisfy this hunger;
I explore your body,
regardless of the costs
& potential for destruction.
I am uncontrolled when left
without you and only my imagination.

Nights not yet spent;
will we find each other,
& discover each other,
& devour each other?
Will my guilt slip away
as you infiltrate my mind?

I am staggering;
drunken with excitement
of seeing you,
of tasting you.
How long will we stage the scene
before we commit to the act?

Feed me.
The poet is hungry for you.