Captive Soul

He holds me captive, my soul his slave
ever waiting for that sweet caress
my heart beating like a drum
wanting his touch, his tenderness

He keeps my soul aflame
with words so softly spoken
I’ll never be the same
without him, my heart broken

The want, the need, the yearning
my lips cry out his name
desire inside me burning
captive soul, without shame

The need stronger every day
for bliss known in his breath
there is no other way
I must have him “til death”


Lynn West