Cycles

Predestined collisions create

Sexual tension so strong
My muscles ache with lust
I swoon and grow faint
From wanting your body
I know it’s the same there
Because the walls that
Sequester you from me
Have foundations brittle
From you incessant thrashing

But in time your cycle will end

And the bloodshed
Will turn you back into
A docile sexless lamb
But till then you will lie in wait
A steed to be mounted and bred
With fine stock from a pedigreed stud