DO YOU EVER THINK OF ME?

                   ...AND WHAT THOUGHTS ARE THEY?

I AM YOUR PUPPET

CONTROLLED BY THE PROMISE

OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS...

                                                   IT IS MY ONE WEAKNESS.

  VISIONS OF YOUR GRASSY PUDENDUM 

     LEAVE ME SPELLBOUND, 

        I LONG TO TOUCH, TO TASTE...

             YOUR FLOWERY PATCH.

I am obsessed to the point of deviance.

         I fantasize yearn to caress your velvety purse.

             

                                             I suffer for your touch

                                 I am insatiable

and you know it.

It is your power over me.

          

Pity me.