Skin burning with agony

An imagination so satiny

Flames raging within

Yearning, desiring...

Memories be my lullaby

Tears my ink to colour by

Paint a portrait of a promise

A dream so blithe it's blessed by Comus

Maybe it isn't really desire...

Then what is this unquenchable fire?

I do desire... but I desire a chest to cry into

A shoulder to let me weep

A voice to lull me to sleep

A face to help me smile true

I do desire... hands, touch:

Arms to soothe my soul

A heart to accept me whole

Or perhaps I ask for too much-

Body in torment

Mind, through war it went

Each sunrise is a portent

A dawn of another day of being prurient

Enduring a carnality never content

I lose self-control, I succumb, relent

To this amplified hunger for love and trust

To this thing I now call "insatiable lust".

A/N: Okay, OMG, this is abso-blooming-lutely terrible. Zero structure, rhyme scheme askew. Forgive me for making you read this, this was [yet again] me sickly-venting a few months back.