Confess, It's True

Confess it's true these thoughts of you
to taste your hidden dreams
time to pass this hourglass
to fast from you it seems
So it goes as wanton throes
guide hands and devilish smiles
for in those hands come heart's demand
it's been there all the while
Sweet release doth time increase
as peace fades in from pain
drenched in you, refreshed renewed
in sweat that soothes like rain
Nectar of the gods applaud
as silent thoughts imbue
time to flash this hourglass
when tasting thoughts of you