my intentions at once fade from my mind
as your azure eyes demand my attention
such danger is there in your gaze!
your hand on mine, soft and sylphlike,
my frigid fingers have not known such warmth
nor my stiff joints the grace of your touch
i can't always tell you what i'm feeling
of the elusive delight that catches my breath
(how to speak while breathless?)
you loom over me, an open grave
so nearly dead but somehow awakened
it seems the lifeblood is not yet gone from me
i can't always tell you what i'm thinking
wrapped so tightly around your finger,
that is, without giving too much away
anesthetized i lie beneath you
"draw near," you beckon; "come close to me,"
as you diadem yourself with my palm