mystery

 
I wish you could know how it feels to be me,
Why I appear so intoxicated, weak,
When I let you inside to seek,
Looking for what you seem to need.
Some nights you enter ever so tenderly,
Others you ravage and plunder,
Pervading primed lips, as I silently wonder,
As host, which pair you like most?
Occasionally you command my head,
Forcefully pushing down, tirelessly,
Saturating my mouth with your entirety,
As I succumb to the rhythm that you need.
Intensity enflames me,
When you speak my name in ecstasy,
Igniting a craving, insistence that I mount,
And fuse us with its heat.
At times you are a hungry tiger,
Stalking, as soon as you step through the door,
And I fear being torn apart, resisting,
As savagely you thrust the moment tasting.
Desperately searching,
Exploring for something I hide,
You tunnel further with every stride,
Into the cave that houses my soul,
Digging for a treasure to make you whole,
One you think is buried within,
Beneath my skin.
Although, I know not what you’re mining for,
And so you are,
And forever will remain, a Mystery,