Devoured by You

You are not a want; you are a storm in my veins,
A hunger that rages, fierce and unrestrained.
I do not long for you—I am unmade by you,
Torn open by the thought of your taste, your truth.

I crave the fire of your skin on mine,
The way your scent bends time and space.
I want you—fully, recklessly, endlessly—
Not as a lover, but as my fate.

I would tear through eternity just to reach you,
To be crushed beneath the weight of your soul.
Bind me to you—shatter me, consume me,
Make me whole by making me lose control.

I ache to drink the poetry of your flesh,
To devour the secrets hidden in your sighs.
I want to be the air that feeds your flame,
The rhythm where your ecstasy lies.

There is no line I will not cross,
No edge I will not fall from,
If it means sinking into the depth of you—
If it means becoming undone.

Let me burn in the core of your desire,
A willing martyr to your fire’s hymn.
Let me feast on the sweetness of your chaos,
Let me drown in the fury of your sin.

You are my obsession, my fever, my ruin,
And I would die a thousand times to taste you again.
No chains could keep me, no heaven could save me,
From the endless pull of your name on my skin.

So keep me—trap me—devour me whole,
Make me yours, until there’s nothing left to give.
For I do not want freedom; I want your prison,
To be lost in your touch, where I truly live.