I let you

[miyako73]

I do not surrender what I have
In my veins- my pulsating fear,
On my loins- my thick curves-
Because you are the butcher
And I, the soul on your platter
Ready for thrusts and lunges.

The poet's jasmine on my neck
Still sweet at the end of sunset
Is not an invitation or my clue
That you can bite what I have-
The full, the plump, the jugular-
Or swallow my fragrance whole.

[PrinceMyshkin]

This is so rich and thick with conviction. There's an implication, though, in the title, that you are having to resist not only him but your own attraction to what he offers.

[miyako73]

Thanks, Prince. When my inner voice has nothing to say, I use someone else's. This time, Wilde's echoed in my mind.

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself."

Oscar Wilde

[qimissung]

Very rich indeed, Miyako!