Desire by Maria Fokas Desire 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.   Continue reading DESIRE