I’ll crumble then I’ll mold you
In such a shape no eyes have seen
I’m afraid to say it, but I’d rape you
And hold you, close against my spleen

What can I do when I love you
And a kiss would be obscene
Not vulgar, strange or criminal
Just not enough for thee

To tell you the truth I’m shy and need not much
Just to be on my own, play and touch
With images and innocent thought
So when you come over I’ll do as such

I’ll sit back and cradle
My desires and watch you closely
Every move I’ll observe, whatever you do
You truly make me: stand up, come get you, now take me!