Dysfunctional adoration

Your body calls to me in beautiful whispers,
A siren’s song, so full of promise and love,
I know you are a fire, I know how you burn,
But still I yearn for you, still I need you,
You are my opioid, my muse and addiction,
Spread before me you are a constellation,
Beautiful and dazzling in your brightness,
Undeniable and powerful even when bare,
I know your lips make mockery of truth,
The sounds still sweet as a lyrebirds call,
But your eyes are the real deciever,
Ever holding the innocence of a child,
Always pregnant with the promise of lust,
They are an abyss I would eagerly drown in,
Those eyes and that smile,
Make a queen of you even when you’re on your knees,
Fellatio makes most men the Lord above,
But even looking up at me,
I know where the true power lies,
The iron of my arms would never be enough,
For you are steel to the core,
Cold and unbendable, beholden to no one,
A Goddess and a Devil,
You take my pain, then cast me into misery,
Your sex quenches my thirst,
And then leaves me feeling parched in its abscence,
Your breasts nourish me,
Only to make all other sustanance bland in comparison,
You have ruined me,
Broken by your indominable appetite,
And then your blatant refusals,
Your unrelenting fetishes,
And your coy mannerisms,
Never knowing where I stand,
I am but a shell,
Empty,
Drained, physically and emotionally,
I thought I could touch the sun, and not be burnt,
I was wrong.