Arms so strong, they embrace you tight and
deep in the throes of making love –
and wrestle.
A mind that conjures up romances so,
fantastic they are ageless –
and schemes.
Feet that rush to achieve,
prosperity of infinite proportions –
and torture.
Skin that heightens,
sensations of lust –
and pain.
I am your Lover
and yet, despise you?
O Paradigm of Paradox.

