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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