Narcissus

 
Your appeal
is entirely dependent
on the reflective surface
of your lust for me.

Your features
are never more enticing
than when they're twisted
in longing for me.

Your flesh
is at it's most tempting
when you're trembling
with desire for me.

Your eyes
are most alluring
when they're enraptured
and holding my image.

I'd love to kiss you
when your lips
burn hot for me
and when the taste of me
is still wet on your tongue.

If you want me
you're going to need
to worship me
as I rightfully worship
myself.