My Thirst

by Michaelw1two pain’s tears drench my soul my blood flowing blue, takes control seducing both agony and ecstasy pain exquisitely melds into pleasure as one's closed eyes secretly smile denying my desires, so much longer is reality fantasy, or is it just as it is lines beginning to blur into subjugation or liberation, or something of one’s creation to say who is, or what is, wrong or right sit in judgment, burning control, out of the flames that consume my veins, placing emotions on edge creating a rush of endorphins, that tell me I am yours always will be that love breeding lust, laced with trust and playing out fear’s game, surrendering to my thirst June 2013