Desire

I need you.

I want you.

Deep inside my soul I hunger and thirst for you.

The want of food vanishes from my lips, and on them forms the word "Desire".

My eyes refuse to close even in the middle of the night, and on them reflects "Craving".

The words tumble off of the very page I write on, even now, and all that is left it "Saliciousness".

I want you.

I need you.

A never ending torment am I doomed to bare?

I can feel the licks of fire claiming my clothes even now.

This disease was only exposed to me once, and in that same instant I was infected.

Contant passion for you in my heart, mind, and soul seems content to stay and never leave.