Tag hot love poetry

Radiating with desire,
This hunger will not tire.
The heart knows all too well,
What the lips ache to tell.

The eyes begin to dance,
No more concern for romance.
A slight touch of the hand,
Weakness sets in and you cannot stand.

This passion yearns to be fed,
A tangled mess of naked flesh falls to the bed.
The nails claw and tear,
Hair and sweat are all you wear.