Kim V. Poetry

Crave

I toss and turn, throwing the sheets from my bed.
They’ve become a coffin.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t.

You have done something to my soul.
I’m shackled to your touch.
I’m obsessed with you.
I’m obsessed.

I lust for you words, speaking to me through my dreams.
Your breath on my neck, willing my submission.
I’m craving your very existence.
I’m craving you.
I crave.