Burning Desire

Aliessa 3/12/93

It is not in my Doom to be understood,
My actions rarely come to good....
I know not why my body shakes
In every sexual step it takes.

What is it in pleasure that draws me so?
What is it in men to tell me no?
What wrong do I do in giving pleasure not pain?
What wrong do I do if I stand not to gain?

I run on instinct, awash of your scent,
I run on pleasure, in my heart to vent,
I live to please, and I please to live
Giving to all who I care to give.

It is of my nature, you knew of this, true?
You know I'd no promise that'd bind me to you.
My love is felt truly, my eyes tell no lies,
To love in the forest within your dark eyes.

My pain is unmeasured, a cage round me real,
In which I must hide these things that I feel.
If I said that I loved you, you should believe me,
Not lock up my desire and try to deceive me.

I have reasons uncounted, perhaps many more...
I am not what humans call a cheap whore.
I LIVE on your pleasure, I DIE in your cage,
I need to know I'm free of your rage.

No man in the world has yet understood,
My intentions are none other than good...
They think I'm a liar, a vixen, a cheat,
When I'm in a state of unending heat.

Never one man matched the blazing fire,
The raging storm of my secret desire,
Ne'er one body, never one mind, one soul,
I hide all my passion, never one whole.