Trouble Poem by Arik Fletcher

His eyes will take your breath away,
They'll beg you to give in and play,
To come with him to worlds unknown,
For pleasure like you've not been shown.

His voice will melt your frozen heart,
Then rip all arguments apart,
To force your will to bend and break,
And give him all that he can take.

His kiss will drain your soul bone dry,
Consuming every truth and lie,
Absorbing all your fear and pain,
To set your true self free again.

His skin will burn your gentle touch,
And drive you wild each time you clutch,
Enslaving you to his commands,
To give in to all he demands.