Michael's Song
How chance my heart beat with such duty and desire;
So that it burns within my busom as were it a raging fire.
Oh, vile blood!
Why must you boil for by the wanting of his strong embrace?
My mind is faint, my lips ablaze, when I whisper out his name.
My fleshly fancies cannot stay another minute without his touch.
Does my lover long for me even half as much?
My flesh's been too long barren; denied, time and time again.
But, I'll succumb unto him in the folly of loves sins.
Then together we shall prosper, when I am in his favor.
Devouring each other, enthralled by love; each moment made to savor.
My aching thighs call to him, forgotten words in haste.
Waggishly beckoning him to sample love by taste.
T'were he but next to me now; physically versing his love to me.
Rather than these forgeries of passions fantasy.
I'm lost in the delusions of his distant love.
But, in my dreams, from up above.
There comes a mirage to last the whole night long.
And we love once more to Michael's Song. |