How I Feel

When I look at you I see what I need.

I see love and lust in equal degrees.

I feel things in my heart and further below.

Both swell at your thought, both instinctively grow.

When I hear your voice my ears delight.

I hear heaven and imagine your glorious sight.

The beauty that I love and in turn loves me.

The beauty that I will never ever set free.

For I truly believe, that we’re meant to be.

You my beauty, me your beast.

Guilty Pleasure?

Am I your guilty pleasure?

Your sordid erotic dream.

Do you think of me?

When your fingers set you free.

Am I the fuel that fires?

Heating your orgasmic core.

Am I the tempter?

That calls out your inner whore.

Am I what you need?

Do I give all you want?

Do I tear down the facade?

Destroy the guarding front.

Am I a vision of freedom?

A path to sexual liberation.

Or simply a guilty pleasure,

The prequel to masturbation?