it won't come easy <br />sleep flees this night <br />something better demands <br />commands me <br />to take this flight... <br /> <br />in perfect repose <br />eyes closed <br />I let it in... <br />listen... <br /> <br />bass tones 'gainst my ear <br />persuasive, percussive <br />I hear what I want to hear <br />booms and crashes, <br />rough moves soothe <br />working my senses <br />creating sweet tension <br /> <br />accepting, embracing <br />an insinuating <br />masculine presence <br />brooks no resistance <br /> <br />desiring, taking like a King <br />his treasure, a feast, his Queen <br />accustomed to rule by force <br />his pleasure to take, to give <br />to wake, to live <br /> <br />speaking his will <br />making it true <br />making me want more <br />and so, I'll bow to him <br />bend to his will, I will <br />for need of this voice <br />this force <br /> <br />overcome, come, come in <br />I will listen... <br /> <br /> <br />(2.25.07)<br /><br />Esther Leclerc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windstorm/
