When Passion Wails

I have travelled the world to know you,

To caress your soul, to nurture your womb.

Seduce me, and I shall manipulate your

Emotions. Move my spirit coquettishly.

Does it drip unto a puddle upon satin sheets?

Does it grip forevermore? I envision friction

And exhaustion. Is it scentless, or is the

Scent subtle and exhilarating? I’m filled with

Fire and overwhelmed with temperature.

If I enter gently, will you guide my hips

Unto passionate frenzy?—for I’m aflame

With fever. Beckon me to your chambers.

Sink your fangs into my neckline. Suckle ‘til

The blood knots. Tease my phallic thrust.