Make Me Yours

When I see that look in your eye,
I want to fly
in the face of reason.
The world be damned -
it can stand
still.
Or at least until
I’ve had my wicked way with you.

When I hear you whisper in my ear,
let’s be clear -
you have to finish
what you’ve started.
I refuse to be parted,
until
I’ve had my fill
and I’m sated.

When I feel you caress my skin,
I burn to grasp you within
my aching body.
To shiver beneath your fingertips
and your questing lips.
You mercilessly torment me until
I will
beg that you make me yours.