Is This When?

I am afraid,
I was afraid,
just the power of you,
simply in your presence,
a mind boggling fear of you,
but at the same time enthralled;
even now thinking of your fiery flesh
brings back a tormenting sensation.
I must suffer from memory failure
when something too great for me
has smoldered me with awe.
Is this when a man
is called a god?