I Want The....

i want the part of you
that smells like want...
for else how can your spirit speak?
the body that holds your trembles,
is also my soul's last temple!
the hands that clutch at my need
with panting,
also unlock secret drawers in my heart...
the curve of your breast howling,
tears down veil after veil!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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