Wednesday, June 24, 2015


My body burns,

Lust consumes me,

The beast arises,

Primal and raw,

See the strength in my shoulders,

My chiseled form,

Take shelter in my arms,

Succumb and submit to my power,


That strong musky scent,

That stench,

That smell,

Let love's blindness envelope you,

So the smell becomes sweetly intoxicating,

Let your desire be to inhale the air around me,

Taking it in to fill your lungs,

Let it become the air you breath.


Fall under my spell.


Take me in,

Accept the man that I am,

Anxious and chaotic,

Give me rest,

Fair lady.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© June 2015

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