Yearning desire

Yearning desire, thy fluid pull breaks me.
Broken,trembling uncontrollable ... from voracious lust.
My resistance against thy lure slowly wavers.
Until the remains are diluted like thinned milk.

Failing,
The nectar of thy persuasion tastes bittersweet
Even so, I revel in thine alluring shade, like a fly
caught in honey.

Entrapped within this bittersweet and viscous hold,
my struggles only tighten the unwelcome fold.
A bitter vista where but sorrow is gold.

Am I bound towards this destiny, that can only end in mayhem?

Those ponderings possess me, as they echo in overwhelming clarity.