Have I Warned You? Poem by John MacPhereson

Have I warned you of the dawn?

How just before the hour strikes
My tongue will slake its thirst
On your body? Of which there
Is no finality, just eternal pleasure
Stoked by eternal lusts. Measure
This heart, it's depths are as endless
As its desires. Seduction is an art
Not oft learned, yet, if indulgence
Pleases, let these practiced hands
Bind your soul to the faraway lands
Where love and pleasure are two demands
Of many.

Have you longed for it?

Have you pierced the veil of light and found
escape is hard when two souls are bound?

Ever the sly hand of fate to indulge
On the weakness of passions fury
When e'en the goddess of love is weary
From the chase. Let space then close
Upon the hour of this unsought repose,
And conform to your darkest dreams
What loves sweetest desire often seems.