by Wondering.... Like the moth to the glowing fire You're drawn to me Tempting your faith in your reach for the source of enlightenment My passion burns deep, engulfing you day and night The forbidden is no more, to your delight You feel the heat inside You can't stop thinking of me Is he real ?—wondering while oozing in your moistness Gently touching yourself in your glowing ecstasy Deep pulses rock you from within You open your glazed eyes and realize: I am not a dream, But very much real and alive Standing right before your eyes.
