Leave taking.

I don't want you for sex at all. 
That is too cold a word for what I want.
It would leave so much paint off the canvas.
We need a complete escape within our love.
To divulge absolute fantasy and primal fear.
Giving everything  in order to receive it all.
Opening up and letting go allows freedom.
Fervor brings fever and rapture surrounds.
There is no rush to take you, but I will.
From a tease to a taunt I want to explore.
Until you fit into a frenzy of wanted desire.
Thirst quenched at the sight of your tremble.
With total devotion to your insatiable appetite.
My motives insure my moves to bring you again.
With greed you take all I offer with a smile.
Its my demands that wait their turn at this urge.
Turning my compulsion into contact of more.
I swell in my chest as you grind our junction.
To ever forget the strangeness, of separation.


© Jeph Rants