You placed your panties over my head as we sexually played in bed, Now all I know is that I am so crazy inside, My body has a mind of it's own, It just doesn't know what to do.

My mind constantly replays our sexual acts, over and over again, Which started from a “come here, come here,” phrase, While your hand is rapidly tapping upon the bed,

Leading to a heated love-making session, In a dark hotel room at Wingate. So now its graphic content plays in my mind, It is like viewing a 52' plasma screen.

Like being in a Shamanic trance, you have me "Craven,"
To taste each kiss or to feel each stroke, That I now only remember in the taverns of my mind.

You have me desiring your body, needing your passion;
I am like a crack addict seeking the means for the next fix.
Even, if it is only one or two fingers, or just the briefness a lick. Whatever it takes I must taste your sexual pleasure,
While it quenches my thirst and need.

My thoughts of wanting you seem to fall on deaf ears;
Your busy lifestyle has a way to justify your resistance,
To feed my hunger, my need.