Desire does not reach out / does not possess ethereal
hands that caress / does not crave to touch / to feel of its own volition /
my desire lies slumbering / she waits to be roused /
Not by sweet words / nor gentle coaxing /
Do not mistake her slumber for complacency / for absence /
She is not meek / or mild /
For to wake her / your cup of desire must be overflowing /
The scent of your want / your need / hot and heady /
Will ignite the flames in her cave /
A nymph / summoned by the magic of another’s lust /
Hungering for the feast you have laid at her feet /
She shall devour / taste the delicacy of limbs tangled
in the night / the salt of sweat /
Fill herself up on the deepness of your ecstasy /
On the sins of the flesh / the oh, so delicious flesh /
Her needs only met / when the cup runs empty /
the fire in her cave / quenched by your rapturous cries /
your darkest exultations /
Shuddering limbs and raspy breaths /
Leave her only with a kiss / gently placed upon her forehead /
She shall rest / until again /
You bring the feast of pleasure /