My Body

My body feels like she knows you  

as if we were lovers in history 

a modern day Romeo & Juliet  

or Cleopatra & Antony not wanting to succumb  

to the pain of never having you lie here next to me 

my mind is entangled with vines of want  

As well as misery  

so would it be a sin against God 

If my fingers pretended  

they were you and not me 

My body feels like she knows you  

as my back arches to meet your words 

reacting to your voice’s inflection 

your enunciation of verbs 

describing in great detail 

what it is you want to do with me 

my lips and legs quiver 

at the hint of you touching me  

the thought of you exploring my lands 

causes my body to convulse and shiver  

yearning for each suggestive thought  

your words and piercing stare so eloquently delivers  

What more shall I tell you 

even I am perplexed 

that my body acts as though 

it is insatiably possessed  

How can I tell you what it is  

that my body feels 

other than she wants you to devour her 

as if it were your last meal 

for you and I to unite  

on a voyage of bodies over minds 

She wants more than just mental exploration 

She wants you to bring tears to her eyes  

She wants to feel your touch  

as it plunges deep between her thighs  

She wants to experience the fire of the phoenix's demise 

She wants to become your delicacy spread upon fine linens 

She wants our bodies to duel in an erotic battle to the finish 

She wants to be that final feast for you to slowly consume 

surrendering to your cravings 

everytime the hunger resumes 

She wants you to penetrate her flesh 

release all of her emotions 

guide her in what pleasures you most 

be the catalyst to Newton's third law of motion  

She wants you to push this fantasy 

beyond what is humanly possible 

submerge her in your desires 

make this union a missing part of the gospel 

And when she exits leaving me 

only with my mind 

I ask that you love me back to life

for my body has revealed my inner thoughts  

with one deep incision of destiny's knife 

with every part of my being exposed 

throbbing with passion and pain 

my only fear is that my body will suffer death 

at the hand of lust 

never allowing 

our minds 

to connect 

again

 

Erika G. © 11/26/2007