Admission

The pink readiness of your mouth,
and the clever way of your words,
seduces my inhibitions.
You unravel me with your mind,
the grey mirrors of your eyes,
challenging me into submission.
Your logic circles above me,
and you prey on my trepidation,
picking ravenously at my being.
I lie as Prometheus bound,
stretched out toward the sun,
that dances across your wings.
The pale fronds of your hair,
fall softly and tempt my fingers,
that curl toward release.
You taste of a peaches and cream sunset,
tangy, warm and wonderful,
and sometimes blinding.
Your cheekbone hotly glows,
against the tender valley,
which cradles my heartache.
The elegant grace you possess,
makes me humble in awe,
and I am resigned.