What hath I done to perturb you so?
Oh you say you love me in so many ways-
And I never doubt, Oh I believe you!
Yet you want never and will never, consummate such love!
If I were to kiss the nape of you neck, you would not tingle.
I know love is intangible, but in some ways, it can be felt.
I am no sculpture, to be surveyed and admired from a distance
I am of flesh and blood, and not to be loved
with only a metaphorical beating course, force, pulse-
but of also mind and body, as well you know.
The first two, you have achieved with audacious grace!
Yet the third you deny. Wilt thou never kiss me?
My delicate curves and slender limbs
Were all so well carved to please you!
Let me at least rest in your arms,
For I know I'll fit so perfectly there...
Forgive me, my love! But the past...
Though a scorched wasteland, cannot be made to ash.
And like so many others, and enthralling darkness
nudged me ever closer with deathly enrapturing music
And I saw the lascivious lace that outlined the door
and with undeniable desire, turned the knob.
But with time can blossom a wiser purification
And you were never one to balk at experience
So why discard all I've learn when it can be beneficiary
To our untamed and rare passionate nature...
My dear, do not fear me, nor my wild heart
You calm the waves that once rose reproachfully
I am not displayed to grant you a shallow seduction
"Whatever it is you want, mister."
Nay, I do not fall back on such lewd remarks
Yet, neither was I raised to be brought to mother
But if you had wanted a hard-working, child-baring maid
I daresay you should have made a more steadfast choice!
You said, you wanted a companion
So, here I stand!
Ready at your will, at your hand
to follow you throughout the land, my lord.
But even if I bowed, my eyes would stay fixed on yours.
For dignity may have been lost, but pride prodigious!
Some of my perception may be unrestrained or primitive
But that's what helps me scent out your hidden fervor
I wish for you to only succumb to me willfully
and to see such an act as something more, like unity
Closer the fingers entwined, closer than lips ever met.
To sleep through the night, and not feel the emptiness
So that I may feel something so subtle as-
your breath caressing the strands of my hair
in the morning air...
