Putty In My Hands

I turn my thoughts to you

in a darkened room,

breathing deep

the heart too heavy

I want you to embrace it

lighten this load of love;

My taunting seductress 

in high, high hopes that you are ready.

You drive me insane

in ways

no sane man can, explain,

Although I sleepwalk in

night's middle

invading your place of slumber

seeking the sucreting flower

that binds me in this riddle 

of how? 

To provoke the fiddle.

Do I kiss upon

my lover's nape of neck

stroking thighs below the prize

intensified in attention returned 

beauty opens her sleepy eyes

and croons 

with an arch of her back

I swoon

on one arm for lust...she yearns,

and gives in

to the pleasure of sin,

soft whispers, 

uttering one phrase heard 

over all other commands,

"Take me!", She says

therefore I begin.....

aroused by her submit,

Like putty in my hands.