king of tongues

Oh you little devil, heart breaker, poet, prince, victim, piece of meat.
You are so much more than the gravity of your packaged pulse.
You tempt me with silence you tempt me with stares; I hope you never turn your gaze away. Oh, no, I catch you in my arms, you are so small inside like a child afraid of my fire. These things, sexual glances, heavy breathing, let them come, come to my world. . Your hand is close enough to grab, your body is my new God and symbol of worship. Run away with me, and forget this life. Leave them in dust with me.
You tell me where you live; it's a mystery, it's a cloud. I don't understand anything any longer except hands, fingers, sex organs, and flesh. I am blind, I am naked and I am unashamed. Tomorrow I'm going to meet you. Tomorrow im going to rip your clothes off. Tomorrow we will dance naked in the red wine of our shared kisses.
Unless of course you're not my kind.
Today you tell me you are curious and it riles my steam engine. I hug you close out of want, out of need, out to end your suffering. You can be my new drug; furry, ripe, sensitive and brighter than the sun-- you burn my skin. Swimming into your eyes, deeper and further into your soul. Sadness floods from your hands and your mouth, a melancholy fascination as well as a bond. Eat you alive, I will. Your skin is on fire, and ready to go.
You are not a one-night stand; this is not a result of my hormonal imbalance, this is pure nature. Written in the clouds, on the caves of our past. You get to close to me and I embrace you without thinking; my hands go where they will and my control is absent. I cant stop unless you punch me, slap me, kick me, or shake me. There is no control; this is a fantasy come true. I'm your slave, here to please, here to shake you from your safe nest, here to crawl into your bed and make you explode. You don't want to seem available too easily, this is all a shock for you, and tonight you will fantasize thinking about what you didn't allow yourself to do.
That is my purpose now-- to make sure that you know that I'm king of tongues. Queen of sin, princess of lust, prince of desire. The nymph of your dreams is here, flooded with rage, upset by your departure, swinging on the railings. Don't shoot me down unless you shoot me dead. I'm the serpent again, and what are you? A movement in cello, a dash of blood, a spell upon my heart that leaves me heaving from injustice?