Poems · poetry

Wanton Wants

“Wanton Wants

Underneath the surface

Resides my true intent

Kissing madly madly

Hushed proximal breath

Leaning into it


The sense of you and I

Culminates in sins chosen

Lost in galaxies,

You call eyes

Excited eve electric

Desire for insides

Insights new arrival

Forbidden by design

High hanging fruit from your garden,

Your basket of delights

I’d trust a serpent ‘fore an Angel

If you gave me one long night

Press, yes press against me

Find my heartbeat

Drive me wild

You brought a constant deep desire

When you hit me with that smile

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