Your Desire

From the molten fires
of your incessant desires,
shaped and molded I rise,
before your astonished eyes.

Incredulous, this possibility,
yet here I stand as you can see,
within a mere arms reach
to fulfill your wildest fantasies.

Take me now fore I am yours,
a dream created paramour
to grant you passions galore,
until dawn breaks once more.

Then to darkness I must retreat
till night again reins supreme
then I will come to your lusty dreams
to sweetly torture your sensibilities.

Gypsy Red