To Enforce By Your Whim

A lover’s dance is but twice the pain, Dark and in duress I have shamed. But you prolong your steps, The dew upon your forehead; askew. Dare I stroke the flourished flower that is draped upon your cheek. An alibi of love is languidly dropped from burned lips. I hear you cry- Yield! Give me all. Is it marvelling what you do? The gentle atonement of my force. Dare I strive with you in this – durst I? The touch deepens and in my might weakness is the only approach, that dark eyed smile plying your lips – for you have won. A battle of ease, even on my knees I am lost. You have made me lost to all of light, Here my love may end it’s plight.