Insatiable Desire

Beneath the covers
could we hide such
lustful appetites
with hands that run
the softest lines
along the body?
Like a trembling
newborn fawn
to its mother’s teat,
suckling, suckling,
hungry to fill
the mouth
with such sweet need
we have
of each other,
until the body
spent, wakes
and partakes again,
over and over
you asked,
and so we gave
of ourselves
like something
innocent, obscene,
and wild;
this inability to tame
this insatiable desire.

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