Desire, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Your sweet velvet kiss is an opioid,
That dulls my ability to reason.
Every vision not of you is now void,
My heart is sealed in your private prison.
Your warming tender touch upon my skin,
Delivers the sting of a scorpion.
My heart now in a delusional spin,
Yielding to your every heated motion.
What can I do but concede to desire,
For I am helpless to all your power.
That has put my wanton body on fire,
Consuming all the yearning I harbor.
Was I just living a feverish dream
For I am drained feeling utterly weak
Or some form of a diabolic scheme
Lying here helpless unable to speak