Together/Want.

Emptiness causes ideas of creation,
And the want to be perfect, to be lost
In an objective sense of needing.
Patterns form on your skin
As they ran their hand in shapes only familiar to you.
You want them to hold tightly
You want to be freed,
They speak to you softly
Consumed by the greed of loving who they are
As you both lay together, alone.
Lost both, wanting each other
The two of you dance softly, longing to be
One.
You want to be made something,
You're felt the way you've wished for.
Prayed some nights.
But you find yourself wanted now
Enjoying the taste
Of their skin, body, sweat and longing
The smell of you both
Consumed in the only act, the only time
That you both feel comfortable.
The touch of their lips, tongue in places
Feelings flood you,
Wanting.
Wanting.
Wanting for this to be real.