the master of possession

Another night following countless
hours pass by you and I.
Your very thoughts flow through my
being, demanding, "Who is there?!"

Calling to you without words, I
tell you, I am your angel - without wings.
I watch as your eyes alter to
what seems an understanding.

Reaching out, open arms and closed eyes,
uttering a whisper of salvation,
"Come to me, my angel, take me away from this."
Oh, how my heart aches to know these words.

Unable to resist your desire to be
mine, I am obligated to my lust.
Distance closing between your body and my
heart, I feel it fragmentize in your gravity.

As fingers touch, I bid to you not to look upon
me, as I discover your vulnerability as a mortal.
Whispering your name, so beautiful to my tongue,
I take you in my arms, unwishing to release you.

For a moment, I hesitate and question,
"Do you really want this damnation upon your soul?
Know this, you can never die willingly,
never be slain by your own marvelous hand."

Opening your eyes, I see the truth that lies
within, I know - you want nothing more than this.
And nothing more proceeds to cease my
hunger, lean in for this fatal kiss, I taste you.

Oh, glorious night, stars become
avid for a savor of your being.
And I am becoming one thing -
the master of possession.