Lustfulness

I fall slave to your voice. Request anything you will
and I'll reply, "yes master". Because you own
these heart beats, and they jitter when you
simply utter a sigh.

Lust moves through this desired body,
like crumpled leaves fighting the direction
the wind is blowing. I resist the urge
to get carried away, but I no longer feel flightless.
Your flattery prowls underneath my soles
and sways me towards paradise.

Struggling is irrelevant, I am defeated.
These legs ache for tender hands to
bring life into muscles that have failed.
I am vulnerable to the idea of allowing
your breath to connect with my whispers.
Whispers that will admit for a day,
"I belong to you".

My senses and logic have all gone astray
the moment I fell prisoner to your
convincing intentions. Voluntarily,
I offer up my physique to please yours.

Tonight, immoral sins will smirch these sheets,
and I will crave your unending love, and dream
of your last name uniting with my first.
This does not make me your prey, nor your victim.
I am the temptation, ready to give her all to you.