Within
For Yvonne Rose
Obsessed with the succession
of your fluids flowing.
A spell cast by the juices
I drank from your loins.
Abandonment in the depths of sex.
Drowning each other in lustful cries.
Probing our bodies and eyes.
Fantasy becomes reality
within the blood we share.
The flame of obsession,
it burns there.
P. J. Campise
