Passion

EmmaKarin Eriksson
Our teeth crash into one another.
The pain shoots up our spines, rushing over our skulls.
We hardly notice.
The intensity of desire and want over comes all other sense.
We fumble into each other at first.
Jerky motions and awkward hands.
At least the embarrassment is mutual.
Soon our flush-cheeked self-consciousness is washed away as primal impulses take over.
Furiously our lips and fingers lick the others.
Soon we are so overcome it is hard to tell if we are in fact devouring each other.
So fierce and angry with what seems to be our ‘forbidden love’
We hardly notice our bodies becoming bloody and bruise with emotions.
I have missed you so much.