Carnal Disease

You ail all that cures me, you bring darkness to my light.
You unbalance me so wickedly and make wrong what once was right.
I used to be a good girl once, untainted by your ardent demand.
Now I am the nymphomaniac that craves your carnal command.  

I used to think it sinful, these dirty deeds we so damningly savour.
Now I find I seek these sins, and you, starving for our misbehaviour.
Even though time is a relative concept concocted by mindless, mortal men,
It still erodes my patience as I wait and long to find myself caught by you again.

Your disease is burning through my nervous system, torrefying synapses and nerves.
Leaving me a smouldering mess, giving and getting what we both deserve.
A heat of feverish degrees throbs within every fibre of my restless being.
I sweat and shake and moan, your hold on me is irrevocably freeing.

You have cursed me with wanting, freely seeking your unholy desire.
My thoughts and dreams are alive with pleasure, dancing in this elicit fire.
This sickness has become malignant and you are the cancer that I crave.
Do not let me wait here dying, to your love I am a helpless slave.