Lord Apollo!

          By Connie James  

            

Apollo, the thought of he

O'dear Lord 

I've sinned against thee.
In wanting, He!
Help I cannot...
I cannot help wanting, He
In the regions of my mind ingrained he'll be
The very core of me!
With each time I see, He
Fibrillations running through me
My beating heart.
Echoing within the times, I've surrendered.
Apollo, 

Why must he be any different?
Why must he?
In his stance the way he moves.
As he stands to look at me.
His words incandescently whispered.
Sending shivers through, me 
Burning embers my blood, my minds;
So full of, He ...
Focusing an impossibility
Just his name the thought of, He
Demented enough 
At the nearness of, he.
In a quandary leaving me!
Reading me like braille. 
I feel violins vibrating.
Sending frissons through the
His insidious touch
Losing control.
My teacher would be 
Knowing how to play me.
Looking into his eyes, I can see his need,
But my need's potentially stronger than, his
As his eyes burrowing into me.
Through his hair, I run  my fingers
Assiduously.
Ahh! Losing the plot
My mind running away with me.
Focusing, my eyes are as hungry as, his.
Insurmountable my mind. 
Making love this morn,
A gossamer came over me as He
Whispered, shall we?
Prompting I needed not, my needs as great
As his
Funny as he touches in a continuous wave
Convulsing my body.
Shocking waves cruising
As if time was running out for me.
Hold me close I begged,
His hands fluttering over me 
Like a butterfly
Tentatively... 
Why must he have this effect on me?
How I love, He!
I want to envisage not life, without, he
The after-effects still lingering on me!
Erupting my mind surrendering my body
Into Infinitum carrying me
The sweet surrender...
Once again, my mind.
Returning to me...