It

It bites my tongue
Sets my lungs on fire
It makes me spine tingle
And my thoughts crawl

It makes my lips tingle
My skin feels cold
It makes me want warmth
And my heart passion

It tears my lust
From the deep rooted conscious
And make me want
Makes me yearn

You are the object I desire
The object I need
If only for now
Then for now for want

Go with the passion
The heavy breathing
The scratching nails
The warmth