desire.

I burn at times;
  alone with my passion
             desire
  Moving me forward in the night
        rocking with intensity
terror waning in my soul
          again I am moving, backward into the day
light filling every piece of my physical being

I burn at night;
   from indirect sunlight
I rest at day
      when the light chases away the demons of my passion
desperate to give me pleasure
   again at night they appear
        laughing at my sex
yet helpless without me

I burn with passion
                     desire.