I Would Die Craving You

I want to love you little, But kiss you more. I want to cuddle you little, But pound you more. I don't believe in immortality, rather mortality is my immortality. I am a mortal being with mortal desire. The desire, that's made of thirst for your honey, and hunger for your flesh. I want to embrace you little, But undress you more. I want to stroke you little, But crush you more. I am not a sober lover. I am wild, a ferociously wild lover. As I see your lips glow in dusk, I feel like- I suck them, bite them, swallow them. As I see you sway like a pregnant river, the wolf within me wakes up. Then I shake in desire. I feel like- I jump into you, pound you, crush you. I am never full Until I have drunk your last drop Or my lips are dead and hands paralyzed. You know, I would never be a sober, Never be a sage or a wise. I would keep suffering from thirst for your river, And hunger for your blooming fruits and flowers. I would always suffer. I would suffer and wither. And then one day, I would die in hunger. I would die, not because I love you more. I would die, because I crave you more. © Arun Maji