His Name is Desire

His name is Desire and he stalks me in my restless sleep.

His dirty little secrets he pleads with me to keep.

He spins for me an erotic web of passion and lies.
Yet all he really wants is to feel the warmth between my trembling thighs.

He weakens my defenses with his aroma of understanding and healing.
He controls not just my body but inner thoughts and feeling.

I push Desire away while hopelessly pulling him even closer within me.
I am shackled in his lusty prison as I struggle in vain to be free.

Will I ever break away from this unquenchable thirst I call Desire?
Or will I continue to succumb to his all consuming fire?

 5/20/10