Predilection

Temptress speaks
I am weak
I cannot resist the call

Sliding down between the days
I find the present moment
and I devour it like
predator and prey

What kind of magic is this
who knew you had it in you

I am weak
crawling on my knees
kiss your feet
worship at the throne of you
I cannot stop myself
will not betray myself
I cannot lose this fire

Scorched by the sight of you
blessed by the thought of you
hungry at the taste of you

Give yourself to me
and I will mold you like clay
into a vessel that I may pour
all of my desire
again and again I will overfill this cup
never ceasing

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a sensuous write...devouring love for all its protein for the heart...
if the other surrenders...we are there to fill the cup of victory, of victory's passion.

intense write, and I am quite shocked that no one has commented.
j.