MAKER
I am the maker
Making of you
Infinite moonlight
Wrapped in the lust of my desires
Satyriasis molded in my creativity
Ardor folded to obey my commands
Only to satisfy my nymphomania
You my Prometheus dressed only in fire
You are made of
The absolutely indescribable
Words made up by a goddess
To satiate only the faithful
Followers of your written
Down going words of utter delight
The breaking ways you shake me
Shape me into your solid
Phallical fantasy of sustenance
Piller to a monument unclimbable
Consumed in the fate of
Your increasing achievement of sin
You make of me the taker
Of every magic you offer
Every gift of time to procreate
Every sip of your slowly
Correctly aged wine
The consumer of all your unholy
Parts you left out in the sun
I thought it would keep me awake
The conquering
Of vast and varied worlds
Your thoughts I invoke
When you wake
I take and retake of all and again
In a fervid fever my dream
Bare for this innuendo of
Consumption of total identity
This appetency involved in your yearning
Covetousness and pining thirstiness
You’re the walking erotomania I require
I take of you in lechery and every thought
As I invent new and interesting ways to admire
The ways you practice this love pyromancy
