covet

 
sorrowful addiction, my melancholy is to be coveted
sadness makes me feel, in the barren places
with seductive nuances, loneliness expresses itself
when the emptiness is again filled
the longing sated, and the world is right again

affectionate crave, it is in absence of sex
we recognize true pleasure
the hungry belly fed, so to speak

the best lover is bereft of feeling, forlorn in her stance
but given the chance ravenous need takes over
she proves herself to be very giving

want outweighs pride and I succumb
bliss is to be had, on the edge of the moment
when your caution doesn't overpower lust

the flesh is tempting to the soul
where anything can happen, if you let go
allow yourself to tumble over
greedily feasting on sexual delight
you're invited, to a dalliance tonight