The cold autumn air
Is caressing my skin 
As your searching lips
Heat my furious blood.

I moan your name
Into the quiet night 
As my pleasure aches
To break free.

I see your need burning
In your darkened eyes.
Only I can feed the hunger
Deep in your soul.

Your hands bruise my skin,
As you curse my name into the night.
You thrust harder,
Claiming every inch of me.

Like a tidal wave crashing
Against my roaring need, 
You fill me with white, hot fire…
Branding me.

My nails rake across your skin,
As your teeth graze my neck.
Our unrelenting lust
Fuses us together. 

My body has become your heaven, 
And my quick tongue, your hell.
Your lips are now my salvation.
But your surrender is my sin.

This poem is for Lush only. If you see it elsewhere, it has been stolen.