Slave

Somebody whispered,

“Beware, she wants you on your knees!”

I whispered back:

“On my knees I whish to serve my Lady”

Someone shouted at me:

“You, poor slave of her beauty!”

I shouted back:

“Poor, so she can feed me with her mature fertility;

slave, so she can mark my body,

with signs of her sensuality.”

The other day a passerby asked:

“Where does this never ending ecstasy come from?”

I answered:

“She is the ocean and I thirst her countlessly”