She’s filled with passion.  She captivates my soul.

I’m a little embarrassed admitting, I wish she was the earth;  and I a mole.

I try so hard to say no;  but in the end she makes me say yes.

Could she, be the one, that puts the FLAW, into LE$?

My sensuous dreams, are not my fault.

As my hand passes my navel, I fail to make it halt.

She knows I won’t touch her;  but enjoys the stretch of my reach.

I thought I was the King.  NO!  I’m just a prince for her tricks to teach.

I can not resist her box.  Even though I know it’s a snare.

I’m suppose to have the “strength of a lion”;  but DAMN she makes me go there.

Her oils send out an aroma, that numbs every nerve but one.

Turning it into a divining rod until she wants it to come.

OK!  I ADMIT!  I LOVE IT!  Are you happy now with my confession?

I crave for all that she has, without any doubt, or, any question.

So as I scoot my chair, closer to the table, I see it right there, a treat.

The milk is already on the Coco Puffs, and now it’s time to eat.