Unto The Day Is Through

~I sit alone in want of you

my soul engulfed in flames~

~The fire burns my body through

quaking in my veins~

~My blood runs hot in that of lust

flaring thoughts of sin~

~I hunger that be of your touch

to taste your silky skin~

~The sweetness of you sultry lips 

the eager of your tongue~

~The lucid flavor in your spit

of honey being spun~

~To nibble on your slender neck

caress your busty breast~

~Suck of nipples full in thick

inhale your body’s sweat~

~I long the nectar of your fruit

bustling in of flow~

~Spewing from the tendered root

hungry for my soul~

~To quench my thirst of burning lust

in that of sweetest sin~

~ Elixir brewed of liquid love

within your velvet skin~

~Make love to you in meld our souls

entwined in that be of~

~Bask in that the afterglow

cooked in Passion’s lust~

~Embrace in that of hungry kiss

in falling into sleep~

~Succumbing to of Passion’s bliss

in that of ecstasy~

~To wake the morning of to come

lying next to you~

~Make love to you again at dawn

unto the day is through~

Duke Sherman