I want to feel something real I want to taste your lips I want to drink my fill of you I want to feel you tremble I want to feel you quake I want to hear you cry my name I want to make you burn for me I want to feel your hunger grow I want to make you ache for me whenever you are all alone I want to pin you to the bed I want to drive you wild I want to dive deep inside and ride you through the night Take your hand hesitant still with regret into that milky landscape, where Braille is a tongue for lovers, where tongue, fingers, lips share a lidless eye. It smells of earth and grows from your flesh – I lie in your arms and drink myself giddy and warm perish in you like a corpse in the ground And sleep away the spring night in your embrace. I sense you through the fabric of my dreams, until joyous birdsong breaks my slumber and the morning sun streams through the window you open your eyes and find my mouth. Your presence is rainfall upon arid ground Finally it arrived, a spring night dark and mild, and now all the earth lies drinking, open and gentle and calm, incredulous at this blessed moment, whispering between long, thirsty draughts: more, more, more When two surrender to each other they are subject to the force of creation the momentous, awesome force of creation that it is which causes the grass to grow the flowers to bloom clouds to sail across the sky and sets auguries in sun and moon. Do I reign I want to be the special one Ravenous and misunderstood All blind but only to those who close their eyes Don't let me fade