Desire

At your word
she will kneel naked before you
Balasana – like a child
Vulnerable, Yours to take

she aches, an indescribable hollow ache
Somewhere beyond her bowels
she desires but
Only starts to
Paint this picture with
her words

Beat the passion
Bind the storm
Torment the woman
Protect and nurture the child

Beat the passion
It will bear crops like well ploughed soil, to feed Your hunger
Bind the storm, the sun will shine and warm Your soul
Torment the woman, see her tears of tenderness and love
Protect and nurture the child
Watch her flourish and grown

At your word
she will kneel naked before you
Balasana – like a child
Vulnerable, Yours to take