Darwin In Love


I want the growl to rise from you.
The crest of your cry
A ringing echo in my ear.
I want the pulse of your being
Surrounding mine,
Locked in a war of wills and release.
I want you lost, helpless in my arms
As I pierce your flesh
With a hundred million hungry swimming kisses.
I want the flame in your eyes
To burn holes in my soul.
Lasting marks of each encounter
As we fall into the bliss
Of our body’s velvet wet dream.