DESIRE


Desire by Maria Fokas

DESIREDesire must make no sense in the whispers of my lovers

Press your cheek against mine

Let me take pleasure in your thoughts

Share with me your secrets

The ones you’ve never dared to before

While we mingle with your friends

Let me stir the ice in your drink, with my fingertips

In the melody of music,

stroke the back of my neck

And when we sway on the dance floor

Feel my aching need, for your control

In the depths of darkness…

I find comfort in knowing,

you can spin my heart with your desire.

 

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