Mary E.W. Stephenson Poet Free verse

My Sinner Man

Lord, how I love my sinner man, my Satyr.

My copper skin sinner man with the hard body of Zeus.

My teacher of debauchery.

My leader into a life of hedonism, I am his nymph.

Heavens knows I tried to resist this flute-blowing faun.

I am unhinged by his lovemaking.

Yet I want to spend every wakening moment with him.

I hunger for;
His passionate seductions.
His gentle touch.
His warm embrace.
His hot breath.

Blissful is our hours together.
Blissful is our days in delightful pleasure.

What a new world he has introduced me to.
Lord, how I love my sinner man, my Satyr.




copyright 2016 Looking At The Light From The Bottom of The Lake

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