Odessa Blake

The hard facts when you can't go back toward the land that you lust while walking flat.
For the thirsting Earth that took your sweat and grew tired of betting you'd find a fruitful plain.
Where both beauty and despair, And her flowing hair Bewitched your need For something more.
The even place of a Poor in Heart, and Thin in Soul, and Fat in Hunger. For she can make a Feast out of the Famine.
And give your Lust the Fire to burn away every desire. And in a mirror beauty is in her breast and your Mouth lies open,
But she will feed you A Thousand Sorrows and the Weeping of Willows her very Shadow is more than you could contain.
It could devour that very beast you bear. The monster that isn't Fear, but Truth.
What you love more is the lust in her eyes. Her skin could make you more than desire,
But Taste every Lost Love. If I could start, with fire in my throat and Fan cooling my tongue. Taste.
Where I began to part ways with her soft lips that move with my breath. And a kiss, one to give and one to take.
If she will let my tongue talk without words and move to deliver.
My wordless speech doesn't care to be heard, but wants to hear her quiver, warm intentions as she shivers.
Let her fault line that runs only where she's not, be stirred into a seismic quake.
If her tears would stop staining her cheeks , that alone l will beg my heart again to ache for my heart wants to find hers.
If she becomes an earthquake, what follows will be a volcano. As lava spews over the lust i feel for her.
Wrapped and entangled bodies but only in my dreams.
Still I dream to feel the spark of her passion
So when I erupt I live a little and I die a little. A little more in her, In my every desire.