Valentine for a Tigress

[only rob]

Oh, great temptress, burning light,
oh, muse that so inflames my loins,
what quandary raised, what plight
ensued when we forever joined?
I lost myself in a sea of you,
as if my id had been purloined
by some intoxicating brew to
make our paths become conjoined.

Oh tigress, queen of deepest night,
magnetic North, my thrilling ache,
what selflessness your heart invites.
You are the habit I'll never break.
Like heroin, a trembling need alights.
It shocks my every molecule awake,
burns every synapse it excites.
You are absinthe, and I partake.

For this, there should be recompense,
some gilded romance, not this fear,
not this blinded mirror, evidence
of selfness lost to one so cavalier.
You bend me to your iron will
with rules to which I must adhere,
but as of now, I've had my fill,
signed, your darling
mutineer.