Drown

Drown

You dress to steal my breath

And it works

You are my orchid

A perfect flower, fragrant with the smell of lust

My wicked lover, enjoying the taunt

Beneath your soft petals stirs the want of a woman

You know the curve of your hips and the start of your smile entrap me

I cannot escape you

Nor do I want to

I drown willingly in the pierce of your pale blue eyes

Submitting to your obvious desires

Begging for your touch

Swallowing all that you offer

I once was a man

My own destiny maker

And now

When you want of me

I am nothing

You have become everything

My reason

My hope

My forever

By 

Thomas Aiden