By the gods,
That have no mercy on our soul.
That have no control over my thoughts.
Last night, you visited me in my dream.
This be not the first,
This might not be the last.
Yet my reaction in this one,
Was more heathen then others.
You came up to me. Slowly and gently.
Caressed my hand, in the cold outside.
And I, under the moon ever so bright.
Pushed you and held you against a wooden wall.
You gazed into my eyes,
Those Sapphire eyes wondered what comes next.
What I never did before to you,
I did last night.
One hand holding your wrist raised up against the wall.
One hand clutching your waist, pulling you towards me.
And in a blink of a second.
I moved in for the kiss. A kiss of passion.
No time for you to react and push me away.
No time to think otherwise. Think of him...
This time. I had to do it. I wouldn't control it.
After all, you're in my dreams, my world.
I felt your lips again, as soft as wool.
As passionate as the wolves chasing the sun.
I lust for you, i crave you.
I want to conquer your physical world.
I have your heart, not your body.
I desire both. By the gods, I do.
Oh how I miss your sweet touch my goddess.
How I long for that kiss to strike me down.
I saw your face glowing the moon, after your hand left my neck.
I saw that look, that sweet seductive look.
You wanted more. I could give you more.
Rage is transferred to passion.
Love merged with lust.
I have no control over this.
Come take this passion...its you I'm dreaming of.
My heart beats louder then Thors hammer.
My kiss more ferocious then Zeus' anger.
My passion more fruitful then Dionysius wine fields.
My love for you is more beautiful then Baldurs persona.