Snow fell on my house, and I thought of you.
Out dancing Thursday night, I thought of you.
Feel your fire; feel my love inside you so
Bright... I almost wish that I felt alone
Again. I want an excuse to call you
And tell you how often I think of you.
Almost. I stroke the face of my cell phone
With my thumb, teasing the latex buttons.
I think and think and then rethink anew
Of a heartfelt whimper, a fevered moan,
The smell of you. I think of what you've done
To me and what I'd like to do to you.
Oh, frail girl, how I long to sicken you
And reap the harvest of these dreams we've sown.