the passion
the raw primal lust
that your words and mind and body
unleash inside me
you are the flesh
sent to redeem me
my body cries out to feel
the long sinews of your body
every protrusion and nook
the taste of your skin
but i am not worthy to receive you
my god
it's like torture
a whip on my back
stakes through my hands
would bring me sweet relief
compared to the agony
of not having you
but only say the word
and i shall be healed
i feel like i could
tear off my own skin
for wanting you so badly
because only god knows
how long it's been
since someone awakened this much passion
this is my body
which will be given up for you
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