Pleasure Games....

I'm drinking
From the lecherous brim
Of your vessel...
As it spills over
Moments of rage
That drench your urge
For propinquity....
Your reality, so close...
That it ticks away
At the behest of my breath....
Your frown
Whispers to me,
Of the sabotage of my soul
That you scheme
Into little pleasure games....
I know you shall dunk me
Below the waters again....
But this time,
My will
Shall concede to your yearning....
And once more
Shall I be molten
In the alchemy
Of your flames....