I watch silently, as you conform
to my deepest recesses, tightly
within this feminine ardor of flesh,
like a diuturnal promise.

Must your intrusion brush pass these lips?

No, for these are lips that you have already memorized--
in the same quiet desperation that you have tormented my senses…
like a fight to release me from this skin,
a cry for you
to bring completion to this thirsting soul…
as an invocation of love!