Wishful Thinking

Women of beauty smooth like silk,
Temple of my own sculptured body
For you to cry over like milk
Make mine chocolate when I come to visit
When I come to bring you pleasure
For you to receive as I give it
Let me be that permanent sensation
In your organization
of lustful imaginations
Come to me wanting what I dream of
All year and all day, satisfaction
Of never ending physical reactions
Concluding in my mind forever
Your thoughts are kept by me
Until I come to terms with you being
Out of touch and out of mind like my

Wishful Thinking