Vicious Cycle

Riding in a circle
My desires are at a pinnacle
My authenticity stands nude
In the face of the man who has wooed
He says I am a bit too shrewd
I fight back stating my tone is subdued
He comes forth and challenges me
I fall on my knees as I pray and plea
This demon is renowned
Many a times it has been crowned
I fear to see you wounded
If you hang around on my hunting ground

Yearnings of the heart

I find myself vanquished
By deceit and anguish
The love that you offer
My mind has placed in the coffer
Your touch is very healing
Which I find myself stealing
My heart does pine
To hold you and make you mine
I dare to desire and yet whine
knowing God belongs to the shrine