Love, Fire And Mortality

I like the way You tear my shirt, Rub your nail on my chest, Bite my lips, suck my lips. I like your thirst, your impatience, Your gasping, your sweaty skin. Love has to be thirsty, has to be impatient, Has to be gasping, has to be sweaty. I like the way you throw my shirt away. That utmost carelessness, that haste, that desperation. Impatient. You are so impatient To pound me, tear me, bite me, swallow me. Love has to be hungry, has to be careless, Has to be pounding, has to be aching. I love every bit of pain That you cause to me. I like every bit of torture That you subject to me. What else mortal love has Other than pain caused by her thirsty beloved? Make no mistake o love, It's the pain that you cause to me Is the very reason I live for, Work for, dream for. The day I die, I must carry a piece of your sweet flesh In between my teeth. © Arun Maji