Yielding, I submit

Yielding, I submit so very willingly;
Heroine in my vision taking flight, tenderly holding the failing relic of my willpower, spiraling - pounding, so delicate;
Heedless with abandon; surging, seizing, burning shadow blazing inside me;
Guide me with loving smile, sculpted lips; desperate to touch.
I read to you from the manuscript of aching temples, of fever and lust and lightning, a faith willing to fall in the search of such heaven