Irons in the Fire

I have an ache only you can ease.

These thighs need your antidote like Socrates.

My sighs growing louder with want and need,

Please hurry boy, and aim to please.

Lose those pants and I'll lose my damn mind-

Asinine, my attraction, I'd be your concubine.

Your scent redefines lust.

Robust, earthen stardust.

Flushed, rough, now thrust

Traded trust

Eyes open

It begins.

Finding God in original sin.

I did the thing

Oops, I did it again