Nun

I seek you out,
like a beast in heat,
blindly,
passionately;

without question.

The smell of your
womanhood,
with all its
mysterious excitement,
driving me to madness,
basic instincts more powerful
than society,
more overwhelming
than reason,
more satisfying
than life,
sweeter than the sweetest
night.

Come,
sit with me,
let me whisper
in your ear,
alone in our bedtime chamber,
lying before the burning fire,
glowing with the heat
of a million naked souls,
lay your tired head
upon my breast,
I will soothe
and make you forget,
taking you
to new and unseen worlds,
where together
we shall rule over
all that moves,
all that feels;

all that loves.
.
.