The Beast And The Beautiful

How long would I wait o beautiful How long would I wait? My youth turning grey, My dream turning pale, My love turning lifeless. How long a man could wait? Tell me o fragrant flower, How long A man Made of flesh and blood, Made of lust and desire, Could wait to touch his beloved? Cuddle his beloved? How long a man could suffer Pain of unquenched thirst, Agony of unfulfilled hunger, Torture of twisting desire? Yes, I am a man. Always a man. A mortal man Made of mortal desire, Earthly brittleness, Beastly thirst and hunger. I crave your buttery soft flesh, Your sweetly sour bite, Your curvy moan, Your quaky shudder, Your kinky shiver. I crave every bit of your darkness, Every bit of your wilderness, Every bit of your ferociousness. I am cloud, you are burning fire. I long to quench your thirst, Satisfy your all engulfing hunger. I am dying longing you, Dreaming you, Desiring you. I want to see you now, Touch you now, Dig you now, Drink you now, Swallow you now. How long would I wait o fire How long would I wait To die in womb of your thirst? © Arun Maji