I am want, I am desire
I am the need in a woman’s fire
I am what touch is longing for
What can be imagined, I am more
I am passion, I am pleasure
I am the call in the night
Your dreams being born
To the dark secret, I am light
For pleasure, a never ending ride
I am the key to the heat waves
And screams locked deep inside
Call and I’ll rise to fill every crave
For convenience I am always here
Watching from inside this man
A machine of flesh and bone
Turned on by the touch of your hand
© 1996, Tim D. Coulter Sr.