In the Wake of Empires

I anticipate the marching campaigns of your fingertips, the mapping of vexed trails to be conquered those relentless, lawless, crusades over every sensitive summit. You've built empires over my every nerve and toppled each with gratifying urgency. Ah! My Lover, my one man Dynasty the way you command my passion and possess the whole of my flesh in the palm of your hand is a vanquishing to be relished... I'll never surrender.