My gaze does not land on your figure
Unwittingly or by chance
It is drawn in, inexplicably
By your arresting presence
It awakens an aching hunger
Deep-seated and desperate
Which consumes me entirely
Until I am slave to it
I yearn for you unabashedly
For your entire being
A fervent desire so profound
For you I would mortally sin
Just look and I'll be at your mercy
One word and I'm on my knees
If anything is certain tonight
It will be me begging "please"
Look at you.
Look at me.
May 1, 2020.