Lust

Lust

My body aches and bursts,
He humid cold sweat
weeping from every pore.
My soul longs for the touch
Of your fervent pelt,
Rolling and unrolling in tune.
The tendrils of sticky passion
Slip stealthily in my mind,
Overriding the impulse control.
A palm with vagabond antennas
Reach out the synapse between--
Hoping to consume every sense.