All I know of you.

I know the toutch of your lips on mine
the feel of your hair falling on my skin
the warmth of your breath as it mingles
with my own At a time when even our
lifeblood flows as one.

I know the feeling of softness
that can be transfered into a raging torrent
as my fingers touch your skin
the need of you burning like
a firebrand as I must submit
my soul to for a moment of
your comforts.

Iknow the taste of you
comingled like tropical
fruits of passion that you
feed to me slowly as they are soaked
in the sweetest of the summer wine.
I savour each of your flavours
like my last meal In my mortal life

I know the emptiness
as you take all my passions
and drain the last of them into you
as I suffer the death of contentment
all my fires quenched
by the moistures of our passion.