His Voice Poem by moon batchelder

his voice!
something in it arouses my lust...
a dark and steamy dragon, at least.
stirring my anxious flesh to go prowling
deep corridors of desire
seeking monsters..

a beast, with a longing
for predators,
foments within me
no consequence seen.
honesty grants no reprieve
and no respite..
in those moments
i know what i am.

no sins of omission
are left me,
i wouldn't be otherwise;
bland or discreet.
instead i give place to my passion,
like some ghastly crime scene.
i am naked,
with no alibis.