The Power of Tears Quietly you step to me, I hear the sob you heave Humbly lowering your gaze, a teardrop reaching your face Silently you sink to my side, solace in my arms to find Seeing your tearing agony, I stroke your head tenderly Breathing a sound so soft, I whisper words of comfort I my embrace I take you, and yet as I do That voice with its tremor of despair, in a flash it will me conquer That sorrow in your eyes to see, it wrings a moan out of me Your tears rouse my excitement, stealthily their moisture lend In a vortex of lust I flail, aching to dig my nails Your weak flesh to pierce, your hair to grab so fierce Pull you onto my skin, your body gently using With terror curled in, with the agony of loosing With longing at your most vulnerable, you are at your most desirable It is you I then prefer, and no other even remember You I intend to possess, without permit under my will suppress Satisfy my waking needs, this burning lust to release To the small death with you to surrender, to reach it over and over