Form: Busta Sonetto
Unsated cravings trail over my skin
Demanding senses to embrace the fire
No words of love are left on my pillow
When no time is left to simply admire
The tendrils of wanting that tease within
Each eager touch a temptation of fate
As kisses melt like honey in the heat
In trashy cheap hotel rooms slicked in dust
Tasting musky sweat is nevermore sweet
When the heart is left out of a date
And as the sunlit drapes softly billow
The cash is given for cracks of willow
And welted skin a symbol of trust
As once again I give in to my lust
©JGFarmer2018
A Garret Poet 