Desire

A challenge from my dear friend Jackie :P Written in sestina form, my words were Touch, Hips, Eyes, Taste, Wine and Throat. :)

You know I'd give up nearly anything, nearly being the operative word, for one more touch
One more time to feel your hands slither onto my hips
Because I almost choke from desire when I happen to look in your eyes
Oh, for a taste.
I view your tongue as an alcoholic would view wine
As for my tongue? I just want it close, to your throat.

You linger on the outskirts of my mind and lodge a constant lump in my throat
I wonder if you even want to feel my touch
I'd like to consider that you're not averse to letting me drink the precious wine
Spilling from your lips, or straddle your wide hips
I've had you so many times, I know I've had more than just a taste;
And everytime I say, last time, I lie. You grin...you can see it in my eyes.

I could write a novel based soley around your dark eyes
Perhaps with reference to the smooth neck below, detailing the area which is your throat
Your gorgeous vulnerable throat...I am swirling in a maze of memories, trying to recreate the taste
Feel the touch,
The irresistable grinding of myself against you; hips to hips.
I wonder if I stay away, will the flavour change? Perhaps to a more bitter wine,

Causing me to cringe, narrow my eyes,
Is the metallic aftertaste which hits the back of my throat,
Do I wish that I had never had your hips
Within my reach?...never had your kisses trail my throat
Or had your sinners touch?
Would I be better off, without, your poisonous taste?

It's simply like discovering a new favourite food, I reason. Once you taste
Something so delicious, you want it again. It could even soothe you, like a cold glass of wine
After a long day without so much as a friendly touch.
And surely, its okay, if it just blurs your eyes
A little, so you don't have to see the problems, which seem to make the muscles of your throat
Contract? Well, it'd be nice to have them blur so I don't see your hips

The second I close my eyes. Scratches on your hips,
Still on the inside of my teeth, is the taste
Of deceit, but desire is clawing at my throat
All I can wish is that I had your special brand of wine,
Since its the only thing that cools the fire that burns inside, I know you can read it in my eyes!
I hate it that we both know I would do anything....anything for your touch...

I want to feel your hands crawl over me, briefly touching my hips.
I need to gaze in your eyes and revel in the taste
Of your tongue, slipping like wine down my traitor throat.

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Okay 1 thing: stanza 4 lines 1 and 2 the end words need to be switched around. I may have had my numbers wrong but i know the last word of the stanza before is the first word of the next stanza :D