She draws me as a moth to light.
The spiral turning every tight.
Having her my compelling thought.
Into the spiral I am caught.
To feel my hand upon her skin.
To know the heat that lies within.
To know her touch, her smell, her sound.
To know her, have her, I am bound.
My carnal hunger does increase
to share with her the peak release.
But these thoughts are fantasy theme.
Ever will she be a salty dream.