Arrows of lust

Drizzles.

Trickling down my skin;
Soothes the longing, sometimes.
But it does makes a restless rush

For your touch, gusty emotions
Wandering eyes, exploring fingers

Moving bodies, still needs

Heat of sensuous breaths

Crushing embraces, moist lips

Cold, dark desires

Darker intentions.

Arrows of lust.
Have just been shot.