Untitled [She Haunts Me]

She haunts me.
I summon her in fear,
Though she is with me,
Inside me.
She creeps up behind my eyes
When I hide from her, my sight.
She pierces my groin
And I shudder in her touch.
The feeling of my tightening briefs
The fear of being swallowed whole,
Consumed completely in surrender
To her, makes my head spin.
In my disorientation,
I tunnel my strength
In frail attempt to rise
In Revolution against her.
I cringe and push and grab
And groan and pull and caress,
And explode. White flag, tranquil.
Only in my complete surrender
Am I liberated.
She will wait
Seducing my memories,
Calling upon her allies
And forge a strike upon me.
I crave her offense.
I need her war.
In my desire she is waking…