We Bark Up Trees

Casually we throw words about
dancing about the canvas
Careful
must be cryptic in detail

Is lust the correct word?
Or does desire, better convey what I feel?

Better trash this shit... god-awful write.

 Looking at you
how my heart quickens
  Inhaling your scent..
oh how I Howl, read, on the prowl
   Filled with deep craving
thirsting, this primal urge
    Only you.. can sate this hunger

So we bark up trees you see
sometimes, we find a tree to our liking.