Drunken

My soul is inebriated 
Consumed, encumbered
Your face, your eyes, your smile
Dancing, fluttering, mild

Lead me into unprecedented Utopia
Aphrodite envious, in her dilemma
Pillaging Diana's cup of wine
Her wrath doth mighty fine

Passion was like a conflicted lover
With paralyzingly potent power
Whipping me mercilessly
Caressing me incessantly

Lure me into your cult, your prayer
Teach me to beg, meet my Maker
Give me the fruition of affection
While you satiate my penchant