That time when I spoke kind words
to suggest how beautiful you may
look in my eyes on any given day,
was more hiding my inner absurd.
When I looked in your eyes
and asked you to see me,
instead I was feeling steamy
imagining your gasps and cries,
of pure abandon,
that moment of release
when I can,
know you are straining with anticipation,
feeling every part of your body take form,
an arching and sculpted design of pleasure,
your moment, your capitulating climax.
Because when I say you are beautiful,
what I mean is I want you to fulfill
my every desire, every passionate embrace,
because I want you, I ravish you in this way.
