Hungry with Lust

A must to be saited

She was hungry with lust

with her own dreams and needs

And she arched like a prayer

answered in the dark,

a whisper threaded in silk

and with every breath

begged for more.

I trailed her edges

not just with lips,

but with the kind of ache

that teaches skin to speak

in gasps and tremble.

Then, only then did she open

not from command,

but from recognition.

And beneath every breath

every touch,

every slow unraveling,

As I led her in an act of worship.

She gave herself as a sacrifice

On the altar of my wants