My Gift to You

What you do to me...
you make me ache in places I never knew existed
and have never been named or discovered by man.

What you do to me...
you make my head swim in a sea of lustful fantasy
swept farther and farther away from the shore

What you do to me...
you awaken every damn sense I have
with your mere mortal words
echoing like cymbals in an open room.

What you do to me...
you take me as your personal hostage to do with as you please
and displease,
my adored terrorist.

What you do to me...
you turn me into your servant to fulfill your every whim,
set to test my patience and endurance
at your fancy.

What you do to me...
you steal away my dreams and walk around in my mind
untill you have driven me to the brink of goddamn insanity.

What you do to me...
you make me examine myself and my own life,
leading me to desires and destinations
that I have never been and yet made by GOD.

What you do to me...
you make me want to make myself better than I am,
just so that I may someday present a most precious gift to you,
my soul.