Insatiable

There’s a desperate need for fire  
and it could only ever be satisfied  
by you writhing naked at my feet
 
our eyes meet  
we surrender the bonds of humanity  
of clothing  
to inner demon-things that  
are talons and fangs  
 
where the sear of lust adheres  
to my caramelised sin  
under the heat of you  
 
I want to lick poetry onto your skin  
blow gently till goosebumped flesh  
can recite a litany of fuck me  
or fuck you,  
 
I want to read my poetry in your ear  
my fingers buried deep in your  
cunt  
until the slickness of you pools in my hand  
 
I want you on me  
I want to be in you  
pushing for extra depth  
even though we are crushed  
pelvis to pelvis  
one last thrust  
to meld us together  
in the depth of forged passion
 
your screams pierce me  
make me shudder  
make me hard as fucking stone  
you echo in surround sound  
the scent of us a sacrifice  
in ritualistic red amidst the  
howls and clawing sounds  
of talons  
 
the squeeze of your wet  
the burn of your fever  
is enough to drive a man insane  
 
I gasp for air  
and you
pull me back under
drag me down
down
down
until all I can taste
is your darkness
as you swallow every drop of mine
while shuddering droplets
from your heaving cunt
run a river onto my chest