I want to feel something real I want to taste your lips I want to drink my fill of you smell your perfume on my bed I want to feel you tremble I want to feel you quake I want to hear you cry my name when the bedposts start to shake I want to make you burn for me I want to feel your hunger grow I want to make you ache for me whenever you are all alone I want to pin you to the bed I want to drive you wild I want to dive deep inside and ride you through the night
W. I. Boucher June 22, 2005