I lust to see you at your purest,
To penetrate you, and indulge in you, as I find you porous,
To witness your walls become undone,
Then to enter your being that we may be one.

I lust to see you as you were wrought,
As the figure you were brought,
To combine our molded shapes,
To be sultry under a silky drape.

I lust to see you in nature's clothes,
Defying the normed nature of robes,
Rebellious to what the world sees civilized,
After your inner slave to humanity's demise.

I lust to see you vulnerable and exposed, yet secure,
Faithful that I am your desire's only cure,
My passion and yours will pour,
Into one body, together, our fire will roar
and burn bright as our passion is shared...