Captivated

I hear love can captivate a man’s heart and soul
and render him immobile to the reins of this fervor
love: meek, mild and gentle, discerning in whom it takes captive
powerful in its hypnotic lure and yet I must ask you
what is love without passion?
and what is passion without the heat and ferocity
of wild, crazy, passionate, love-making?
which stimulates our senses, awakening our erogenous zones
taking us into the cataclysmic sphere of erotica’s domain
enticing us, the piped piper of salaciousness and wantonness
a wonderfully wicked weakness, which holds our emotions to ransom
and keeps us trapped in sensuality’s curvaceous grip
where tongues can roam and discover the body’s contours
delving into our most innermost and personal of spaces
the very places which make us gasp and cry out
as the pleasure and hunger of receiving
soars our spirits
into the arms of joy’s rapturous pleasurable pain.