Brave Beast

You've awakened a beast.
A beauty of sorts.
She sits on my shoulder and whispers about men.
And things I dare not speak of.
She is not clean like me
But she is brave.
My heart beats like a mad man.
My thighs ache and burn with need.
Cool this fire,
These flames,
This heat
And make me brave again.

-written August 13th, 2007