Sans Sweetness

I taste no sweetness, only desire;
In you an untended, raging fire.
Your hands aim to be gentle, but press insistent;
Searching for victory, as I remain resistant.

You speak of bondage, tying ropes,
Yet in submission lies your only hope.
Profess your feelings beyond breathy kissing,
Convince me that you are indeed what I'm missing.

Pass me the spark, burning bright,
Confess to me your sexual plight.
Mask not your intentions in false lines of love,
That I may give you what you're dreaming of.