Ache

I inhale the scent
Of you
Even in your absence
You leave me
Promises
Your presence
Is as much a tease
And the volcanic
Heat of your
Desire
Draws the fever
From my skin
Your thighs locking
Around me
And I am obliged
To fuck my
Freedom into
You
I could hurt you
With the force
Of my love
But I would
Heal the wounds
I left
But you always
Ask
To be left
The marks