Passion

I'll intoxicate you today........
You poisoned my soul with pain.
Loneliness torn to its roots by
Your passion that stole my will away.


I will be all things for you, whatever you desire:
I will come as a young maiden,
A lady, obscene and enslaved, if you wish.
I will plead and plead with you.


Hold me, press body against body,
Torment me so desire ignites.
In your touch I'll cry out, melting like wax,
Drown in it and ask for more—once is never enough.


I revel in you........ how sweet........ 
I whisper that I'm not weary at all.
I give myself entire, without remainder,
And beg you to begin again.