Lyration

Lyration

Luxuries and ecstasies,
I become the slave of lust.
Servant of the deities,
My eyes freeze and rust.
Gazing the smooth surface
Of uncharted body
And such lack of wryness,
I swoon like a skivvy.
Brewing in the pool of life,
Spurring on the brink of creation,
Stirring your eyes like a knife,
I lust for you, my finest Lyration.