You make my body quiver,
shake with passion caged.
Each breath I take shivers,
as my mind screams no, enraged.

My heart and body disagree,
calling out their qualms
all the while I kneel and plea
my hands pressed palm to palm.

But we’re not Shakespeare’s palmers
kissing hand to hand.
I try to rise, now calmer,
but find I cannot stand.

I duel against my love for you, blow by blow by blow
I cannot win against myself, my love can only grow.