Of conquerors and their conquests..

Life of war, what are we fighting for?
When I pine for you, do you think of me? Do you long for my touch?
Sometimes I'd rather live in daydreams, than to wake up and face reality,
But I've got to shake my head from out of the clouds,
Get a grip on this life, toil through another day.
But if given the chance I'd take you,
Hands exploring your body like lands untold, tasting the sweet sweet salt of the earth,
My fingers weave through your hair like a soft breeze through fields of wheat.
Then tug at the roots of all that controls you,
Your eyes pierce my soul,
They see right through me, reading my every thought. And that's the danger...
The friction of our bodies intertwined, the soft breeze of your breath brushes my neck as passions grind,
And I sink deeper and deeper into you,
Finding the core of your desires,
And you let me, you foolish girl,
Don't you know I'll wreck you? Destroy you from within, resurrect you?
But you beg me to do it,
Rebuilding every block on every gasp,
You take from me every grasp,
Claws digging in to draw blood,
And I encourage you, for you can't tear down what's already broken,
So build off me, forget your mind and set yourself free, there are no thoughts, just sensations, no language, just whispers and moans, whimpers and groans,
Mountains of goosebumps forming like ranges of passion, and my fingers wrap around the neck of all that remains.
You will never see the world the same again, everything now shines through rose colored glasses,
And you will never look the same,
Hips sway free once you've released all that binds you,
Broken the restraints of all that held you back,
Breathe free in a new dawn,
For when I take I give sevenfold...