Reassembling Me

My body thirsts for you.  

I'm enslaved by you  

that I have no space  

for anything else.   

Words, imagery, prose  

no longer quench  

the desire in me.  

I quiver at the thought  

of opening myself to you,  

of you tasting the dew  

from my petal,  

gradually coming undone  

only to have you gather me,  

piece by piece,  

reassembling me until  

I become the girl  

you yearn to possess.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has an elegance in its eroticism. I see only three pieces from you and wonder if you are simply a lure?

[DelicateMae]

Why would you think I'm a lure?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah! I have experience of trolls on WC and other sites. Many appear as new writers and many know how to drag people in to their pages.

[DelicateMae]

By their hair?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye I guess, for those who have any; lol!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am in agreement with Chris...I like poems that suggest more than blatant eroticism...
they actually are more sensual...and this poem speaks not just of a physical want, but mental and emotional as well.'
j.

[DelicateMae]

Thank you. :)

[Relic's Bare Trees]

That passion can burn like a full fire. Your words put together your thoughts in a delicate way that is soft. I think that relates to your personality as a romantic. That's not a bad thing to be. ;)

[DelicateMae]

Thank you!

[Chris]

A nice touch of heat and tease...

[DelicateMae]

Glad you liked it. :)