Take

(I entered a little contest somewhere. The theme was write a poem around your favorite sensual word.)

Why is it the word take does such things to me,
Especially when I hear it in my mind
Concerning you... I crave you to take what
You need from me. I crave you to need
To take so many things from me. Take. Take.
Take. Me. Every part of me, take it for
Your pleasure, your release. I need you
To take me like a wild unleashed unthinking
Jungle animal, please don't stop taking...
Take everything I have, everything I am.
And then, conversely, it drives me wild,
It makes me ache inside to think
About me taking you, taking everything you
Give to me, having you tell me to take it all,
Having you make me beg to take you,
To have me beg to be made worthy
To take you... To take your body and your seed.
Please let me hear you say that, please...
Tell me to take it. Now. Now. Groan and growl
And moan and cry out in harsh ragged words,
Breaths as I willingly joyfully take every bit
Of you that you force me to take
And hold me down and make me take in bliss
And hot feverish ecstasy. I will take
Everything you have and take it anywhere
On or in me. Please. Please. I need to be able
To take all of you deep into me, your body,
Your breath, your skin, your hands, your
Fear, your love, your rage, your dreams...
I need to take your mouth and lips and tongue
And arms and back and fingers...
Your secrets and your tears.
To finally take the sweet hot delicious
Essence of you that makes me
Throb and contract and feel swollen
And achy and pulsing and twitching to take.
Please. Let me be the one you choose
To take every single thing I burn and throb
And quiver in hot sharp melting liquid need
To take in me that is you.