Insatiable

 
The most intimate piece of me
scorched from the heat of us once upon a time
now lain barren and ashen in the wake of the never ever after

The enigma of you
still able to precipitate my thoughts
in a futile attempt to fulfill an impenetrable desire

It could never be quenched

I would rather die ravished by the salt
in the memory of your salutation upon my lips
than to languish in contentment to dangle my fingertips in the oasis of your beauty

Not after I have bathed in pools of your laughter
showered in the glory of your eyes
drowned beneath your passion til I have died a thousand times

Nothing else could ever compare
No one else would ever do

I would never be satisfied