Saccharine

Soft lips

I long to kiss.

A fire in your eyes

that I feel lure me in.

Lust for your body,

A need to feel your skin.

You are my hope,

and in the same beat

You are my sin.

I wish to sing

at the nape of your neck,

and hope my song

will feel like a soft peck.

I long to know

what you wish for

and see into your soul

to know you a bit more.

Tart like wine,

will you spin on my lip?

I so long just to feel

your hand on my hip.

I need you now,

I need you then.