Intentions

Devouring you in my mystery
I await my next possible entrance
into your soul
and i sing a song only you understand

The thistles brush the ground with their grace
equal only to the sway of your hips
The wind blows past your hair and into my heart
never realize my true intentions

Your body weak in my sight,
looking onward to your disappointment.
Shocking how powerful your determination can be.

I have a goal to seek a rhythm to keep.
You look into my eyes enchanted behind repair.
The feel of my heart touches that of yours.

Obsessed with the thought of being yours
The belonging of your love is mine.
You have no control over your life,
it is all mine.

In your essence I soak my thoughts
dreaming on all you are.
All you’ve been and will be in my custody.
You are my plaything
never again will you know freedom.

But until that time when I’m in control;
I’ll put on my mask, walk out the door.

Tonight is the night to make my intentions known.
And you will be mine my little thistle flower.
Because tonight is Halloween and my mask will come off.