Last Lover

I wanted to finish the year with a surprise.
I refuse to be left without a kiss when the clock struck at midnight,
So I set out one final conquest,
Searching for the lover that could past the ultimate test -
To make me feel safe, desired, protected and undeniably sexy.

And I might have found him.
An older man as if carved from the Roman Empire itself,
A speaker of romance.

With a presence tall enough to hold back the crumbling world around me.
His arms would be my sanctuary, lifting me,
Holding me without the fear of ever falling.

And those lip—Damn, those lips—
They will whisper poems into my skin between kisses,
Bite me softly after every moan,
And taste every inch of me,
memorizing every curve and every breath.

I imagine what it would be like to be worship by a demigod,
To be his heaven and hell, his demise and rise.
To be everything he craves, —so near yet agonizingly far.

I’d give up everything to be at his mercy,
To submit to the raw power he holds over me.

Deep kisses, endless nights,-
I want to be blinded by lust, that I forget I am his goddess.

I want to be so adore, so worshiped,
That I be willing to give all up for him,
because without him Elysium is a deep abyss,
where I am in a dungeon full of torment and suffering
for the wicked soul I am without him.

My skin has no peace and burns with the absence of his touch,
My lips are dry without his kisses,
And my core throbs with a longing that only he can soothe

I want us to become the muses of poets,
The subjects of sonnets written to the rhythm of our lust,
The center of epic battles and the madness of love.

From our fire, we will burn the world itself
Let him be my final lover,
The one who consumes me completely
Before I am reduced to ashes in the flames of desire.