No Choice but Me

I want that you have no choice but
To bring your hot to me.

Whether with tender gesture or
As a carpenter in the pounding
Joy of a new hammer,
I want that you have no choice but me.

In the morning light or in
Proverbial afternoon delight
Let the night fall upon us
With no choice but the other

For the moments of desire driven
By the embers lit between
An ever-increasing valley of need,
I want that you have no choice but me.


This is one of my original poems written for the passionate and the adventurous.

For more poetry, check out Sacred Hot Poetry.