Waxing Hot

Curtains draw that final straw
with chest on back to slide
waxing hot in moments caught
the choice is yours decide
Victor-ed spoils my labored toils
so hard to work for sweat
that taste my action's afterthought
her mind not emptied yet
Pulse does heighten lifting
sifting through her conscience slide
nothing more my thoughts adore
than secrets yours did hide
Ascension by submission
just let go I won't corrupt
curtains draw that final straw
let nothing interrupt