Taste

The sound of Respiration
perks my ears with interest
as your lungs fill
and slowly realease,
creating a noise
that makes my skin crawl.

The act of Salivation
makes my tongue move
as though it is not mine,
and I greedily swallow,
making my teeth
carress my own lips.

The sight of Dilation
that your pupils show,
as I break not the gaze
your eyes insist upon,
leads me to a place
where I demand you.

The beat of Pulsation
is felt throughout me,
and as the pattern is found.
I numb myself,
allowing your rythym
to possess my veins.

The flood of Temptation
overcomes our minds
as we let our lust
control our bodies,
continuing our quest
for the craving we seek.

The want of Hydration
becomes too much to bear,
and as flesh is broken,
crimson dominates,
allowing us mercy
for such a wish.