It Is The Mystery Of Creation Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I am now consumed by my desires
I have ignited the fires of passion
I am a candle burning in the dark
I need someone to hold me
And take me to bed
To undress me of my wax
And be glowingly naked in her hands
I need the fires in me to light the room
And the passion in me to burn all night
I have to open the mystery of creation
And enjoy the ecstasy of Love
I have to be at the summit of existence
And touch the open skies of her heart
I have to be a lover again
And be imprisoned by her love
I have to open the window of her heart
And feel her heart beat
I have to melt in her arms
And be her sunshine