Have me
You have me in a grip
Mean and merciless
Unforgiving and scathing
I am nothing but a slave
To the heat in your eyes
The fire in your heart
That matches the flames in
My belly
I do not need you
I want you
And wanting you is a
Feverish longing in my veins
The lust in my blood
The racing of my pulse
The unslaked thirst
That eats into my being
You are a fever
That impairs
My judgment
Near you I am a mass
That only feels
That only warms
Like a lamp lit at midnight
You have me
In an inescapable hold
That burns like sun on skin
And I don’t want to escape
I just want to be here
Near the fire
That incinerates me
To nothingness.
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