Passion

I let myself be His to own
Bare on my bed and restless,
breath hardly there,
His presence brings me always to my knees
begging to be his pleasure.

Each aspect of my lover
entices my imagination and
excites every erotic desire,
ensnaring my passion.

Chiseled features captivate.
Flashing eyes command
my consciousness to evaporate
leaving me flooded by lust.

Shoulders broad that carry my world and
arms that circle my thoughts
I am hungry to satisfy his lips and
the violence of His love.

He takes me as a spoil of war,
the Ares to my Aphrodite
conquered by His prowess,
satisfied by his skills,
I let myself be His to own.