Carnal and real and natural
in its right, this beast clawing at me
as surely as the fires of hell ruled by
Hades himself. And not one thought
to reign over my own damnation.

See his eyes, oh his pretty eyes.

Tiny snakes writhing within, longing to lash out
to devour and conquer. To coil flesh to flesh and
heart to heart until only heat, only
blessed, infernal heat is left. Until we're dust
but such a sweet scent we'd leave behind.

See his smile, oh his dazzling smile.

And the pang, so deep, so low
so very female. It calls to me, in the dark
of shadowed dreams and the bright of
feverish fantasies. How it carasses my ear
in whispers so pliant and giving. It says
you've only to take, to take, to take.

See his hands, oh his strong hands.

They belong on my body, touching
places no eyes but mine have seen, discovering
secrets I've lost the key to unlocking. Those hands
would give, and give, and give. Until the
wealth of every glittering treasure the world
posseses is but a dusty shimmer in a musty tomb.

See him, oh in all his splendor.

Carnal and real and natural
in its right, this beast clawing at me.
And I'd be rid of it, quelled of my hunger
my raging thirst, with a simple look
a small taste, a budding promise falling
from your perfect lips, oh object
of my undying lust.