I am blind to all else,
trembling beneath your stare.
Ravenous for your touch,
for the assault of your whispering fingers.
Ease my ache with a symphony of tongues
let me be your kingdom to conquer.
Name me Lover, give me form
mold me around you as you sweep me up
into your rhythm, battered in the storm
pushed over the edge, nearing oblivion.
Kiss me, milk me, and lap me up
bleed me dry and leave me wanting more.
Originally published November 2008