LIBIDO

Very time its like the first time

Very sensation is a slow burn

Driving up a never ending yearn

I seek a body or bodies to quench my never reaching end

I seek a madness without a face or faces

to ravish my ache 

to banish my quakes

To realize my limits from my infinite notions

To materialize my urges from the walls I constructed

To make these walls that contain my space into a ship that take me places

I seek hands that explore my canvas, to mould my form to their desire

I seek lips that taste very taste,very texture

I seek teeth that leave trails of bread crumbs to fountains that need to be drained

I seek the weight of the body, its warmth, its growing heat, its salty aftertaste

To unfold very bottled up nerve, 

To break forth the energy contained

I seek to rid of these frustrations that gnaw my waking hours

Chuckling at my disposition

Laughing at my inexperience

Frowning at my resistance to shape my hunger as my nature

Leaving me predatory in my glances,

As I tumble and turn those very nights into my disturbed sleep

My days ahead are left ruffled by unfulfilled explosions