Fantasies

What kind of heart speaks of fantasies
Full of the kindness of strong arms
And gentleness of soft words
Instead of hot flashes of carnal desire

Who is she that cares little for worship
And passion of flesh washed in the flash
Of blood that sizzles through the veins
She knows it all to well.

Find your haven in the deep pools of her eyes
Not in the pooling wetness of her lust
And speak to her as a Goddess
Though she falls to her knees to pray

Know her in the vulnerable quivering of her mouth
As she tumbles from the grace of fresh love
And her heart, too full and bursting with madness
Will draw you in with its chaotic beat