Lexi's Poetry Challenge

As if love was not enough
And god be damned he knows it’s not
I yearn for the taste of more than lust
I ach for the beat of more than a heart
The last nights spent in sweet serenity
Well, they are never more than I need them to be
They are never going to be enough
I hold to the nights when soaring was a hobby
Line. Fly. Beam. Slowly die.
Aching is a well-known feeling roaming through my chest
Needing that touch to spark a fire
Don’t put it out
It’s almost over
I can wait I assume
For more than love and lust to bloom
I can hope and pray to someone
That love and lust are not it for everyone.