Attraction and Love

I will simply lay some spared words here around for the desire of this poem falls upon the far object of sweet love.

Kind love,
Savage attraction,
Sweet mix
Where the grave sound of kiss and lick takes place,
When the restless lovers get to theirs wicked or higher ends,
For nothing may be left on the path
Of the savage, nor of the kind.

The reach of the hand may be not enough,
The skin would ever be the most wanted thing
For the love,
The desire,
The lust,
The possession,
The seduction
Will be in this ground asked and demanded.