Poetry - Pressure

Lost in your

touch,

scent,

taste.

Trembling as my hands

slide down your body.

Hands trembling as

they feel your heat.

It’s rolling from your

skin in waves.

Your scent,

filling my head,

filling my body.

Making me ache

to feel more,

to touch more,

and to taste more.

It’s never enough.

Not to satisfy the craving,

to satisfy the need,

or to satisfy the want.

I am lost in you.