I ache for you,
Nerve endings strain against the skin that represses them.
Agony and ecstasy bound into one vessel
Waiting to draw you close and ravage you.
This–a torture worse than a thousand deaths
I would not trade.
Nay–the devil may try to lead this soul astray,
But he will surely fail.
You, my beloved, are all that this unworthy beast desires.
The scent of your hair,
The softness of your silky skin
Caressed under my calloused hands,
Your love, though I am flawed and fragile
Is all that I desire.
I offer my heart, soul, blood and bone to you,
No conditions, free for your taking.
What more can I give than my life
Which was yours from conception.
You are my destiny, my love, my life,
The one that I live for
…And the one I would gladly die for.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~