Regret Poem by Shruti Goswami

You regret making love to me;
But I feel;
It's the best that ever can be;
Kiss me, deep and long;
So that every pore on my satin sheet;
Open up in passionate longing.
Caress me with your fingers;
To the point where I would crave for more;
And beg for more love;
As someone who begs for life;
In the clutches of death.
Feel me up, and make me crazy;
Crazy enough to long for the feeling;
Long after it's gone.
Arouse me in the morning;
With gentle touches of your lips;
Giving way to passionate desires;
And make me wide awake.
Touch me tender;
So as to incite and invoke;
Indulge and provoke;
So much so;
That the eternal insatiable carnal desire;
Slowly melts into flames of love.
Cool me down; only to evoke;
Another passionate longing;
And I am ready for more love.
It's your touch and kiss that I long for;
Longed for it and will do so;
Even when I won't breathe.
Do you still regret stopping my breath?