Golem

Take this eager heart of clay,
From a cage, in which it lay.
Put passions ablaze to the art,
Reshape this amorphous heart.
 
Mold the contour to renewed form,
Keep the embers sultry warm.
A heart but putty in your hand,
Awaiting a master's command.
 
Silkiness glides through fingertips,
Like satin sheets smoothly slips.
Along soft yielding fleshy heat,
Breathe life into an inert beat.
 
Mold me to your wants and needs,
Take pity on this decay that pleads.
No, please don't walk away,
Leaving me formless for display,
 
Yearning the gentle stroke,
Ravenous desire has awoke.
Steamy breath on bated skin,
Intense arousal surges within.
 
Nimble hands shape it so
I beg you never let me go
Take this eager heart, renew,
I crave the artisan in you.