Vines

Feelings of passion

Consume my empty

Soul as my mind

Is now consumed by

Thoughts of him

My soul may never

Be saved but my

Body feeds the fire

My mind creates now

The desire is born

And fed to grow

Perhaps out of control

But I don’t heed it

I see him and feel

My aching grow strong

As his lips seek mine

The vines envelop us

In binding pleasures