Burning Desire

There is a deep desire
In my heart.
Desire to run,
Run after you.
To catch hold
Of you.

A living hope
Every moment
Provoking me
Not to give up
And Run.
Run Faster.

A burning desire
To play with your
Huge fingers.
To cut them
Off the wrist
And slice them.

The delicious Blood
Covering the pieces
Makes me wild
And invokes
A deeper desire
To Hold the knife
Much tighter.
And snatch your lips
From the mouth
To make them
All mine.

Your lips in hand,
And fingers in my lap,
I have made a part
Of you mine.
But, I want more
Of you.

The screams are mine.
I won’t share them with others.
Let me have your tongue.
So, your voice and love
Is all mine. Taste the steel
Knife that brings you nearer.

Now you are all mine.
Your voice is my voice.
Your kisses are mine.
Your touch is my touch.
I won’t scold you anymore.
I love you so much more.