Oh....
How unsettling my desire:
Holy stillness awoke by the greasy truth of want.
A harbored secret scribbled with tongues and fingers
Became a sonnet to the fulfillment of lust.
Soft hands speak
the verse I ache to recite
And execute my every thought.
Unbound and raw, I greet awakening
With the fervor of a child.
So sing my
praise...
I play the victim.
Restlessness, my
new lover's creed.
We mark the verse with hands,
with hearts,
with eyes,
with hips.
I feel no sense of shame, only innocence,
In the education of my heart.
I wait for your
touch.
I long for your kiss.
I sing your praise.
So play the victim,
Play my victim.