Captured by the Fire

You capture me with fire.

My skin burns from your heated tongue.

My head begs me to spurn you;

My heart begs me to surrender,

for nothing has ever felt like this.

You thrash me, enfold me, surround me --

bringing out the child, the women, the whore.

I scream and beg for more

as I pummel you with rose covered fists,

begging for release

from this slow delicious torture

that I crave -- that I crave.

I am lost in this abyss

and I never want to be found.

God help me

as I continue to fall.