this desire so intrusive
manifesting you illusive
in the dreams that you haunt
where you tease and taunt
if only it was for real
when i see how old you feel
to hell with ethical constraints
and suffering portnoy's complaint
thoughts obsessed by your body
driving me to act so foolhardy
while your body's worth procuring
it's your mind i find alluring
titillating higher and lower pleasures
pining to plunder your head full of treasures
while my affections are likely misguided
i do hope that i won't be chided
but if you must; i'll take a tongue lashing
(the warm wet kind, not a verbal thrashing)
i assure you my audacity is not a ruse
this is an opportunity i couldn't refuse
i ought to make my intentions clear
honestly, i be delighted to just buy you a beer
to visit with you and shoot the shit
but whatever you want i'll do it
