By Jenn (wardenchick@yahoo.com)
Date: 17 February 1999

the Wanting

Come for me soon, my sweet.
Tempt me again
with your kaleidoscope eyes,
and your Lestat looks.
I yearn to glimpse
the fire in your soul
and feel again
your hot breath on my neck.
Explore freely and
find my wanting.
Find the pulse
of my desire for you.
Then guide me with soft force
to the very place you exist.
This thirsting for your taste
cannot be quenched.
Come for me, my sweet.