Often I wonder how to make
Sense of all the mistakes,
But in the end, my power
Surpasses my need to cower.
Not this time will I implode,
No, I’ll stay the hard road.
To search for your sweet embrace
Is my intense desire, my saving grace.
My need, no, my craving
Is deep and powerful, near depraving,
Relentlessly, hopelessly devouring
Every part of my resolve empowering
Desire to submit to your commands,
Finally succumb to your demands.
CWylde © 12/29/14
(Written in response to a poetry prompt by #WSSPoetry)