Your love was warm, like deep summer time,
Passion personified, could your body be mine?
You stood there and watched, beckoning me,
To make love to you, to set my cravings free.

You saw my thirst, and offered the ocean blue,
Took all I could give, the moon, the stars, even the sunset too,
You measured my lust, by how deep I would fall,
And judged my need, by how low I was willing to crawl.

I proffered my body, and gave you my heart,
Spread my legs for your pleasure, became your fantasy art,
Nothing off limits, only yours to control,
You took what you needed, mind, body and soul.

Our inferno of passion, inescapably burnt out,
I was never enough, torrents of desire became derelict and drought,
Consumed and spent, my essence laid bare,
You gorged until sated, took your glut of my fare.

We were but strangers, attracted to one,
A tempest of lust, destined to eclipse our bright sun,
Our bonds scattered to the storm, and washed away by the rain,
Deep into abyss, fading to nothing but pain.

Now a desolate shell, brimming only with sorrow,
My bosom empty, no prospect of tomorrow,
Ten thousand winters might well bleed away,
Before my heart’s whole again, for someone else’s play.