Heart Caught Up In The Grips Of Lust

weary and torn

my heart nestles inside my body for protection

My mind thinking strongly to protect it

And strangely the hands find their way in

With discomfort they fondle my heart

This leaves me sickened

And in a phased daze

I attempt to summon further shelter

How long will it take to appear and will it be enough?

Your body presses against mine

I can feel your quick pulse through our flesh

You lightly bite my neck

My defenses, ever falling down

Spiralling downward towards oblivian as you remove the rest of my clothes

I am letting go

and my heart

Nestled in it's space

Feels this arousal into my psyche and tries to send out some kind of signal

To warn me of this wrong doing

This act based on mere physical pleasure

That this could be my bitter end

A slow and dying fate

For this is not love

And fear grips my throat, but I can't feel it amongst his kisses and the gripping of his teeth

There is no escape

Only surrender

Only desire

Only a languid act in which for some brief moment of extasy we become one

Dedicated to Pete Wolf