The Sweet Agony

Oh…The sweet agony  
is not all a tragedy,
you create the obsession
for wanton descension.

I crave and yearn you,
it rules what I do
a hunger that overtakes,
every nerve it awakes.

This desire consumes me
accosting without mercy
it fills me with avid greed,
a voracious ardent need.

To you, I am addicted,
with a malady afflicted;
a ravenous lust fiend,
openly to you I accede.

The craving a misery,
torturing me merrily,
enjoying my hot pleas,
excites your proclivities

Your libido is stoked
as you further provoke,
setting me afire,
controlled by desire.

You haughtily admire
how you skillfully enfire
my receptive body
with tactile prosody.

Oh… such sweet agony,
the anticipation is an irony,
endure delicious suffering
to attain exquisite ecstasy.


Gypsy Red