Addicted I
Cannot stop my
Fleshly prowess
That twists you up
Something about it
Needs immersion
Drowns your drought it’s
Complicated but devout it’s
Craving fruit that
You’re deprived the
Pleasure and the
Pulse survive and you
Must drink it
From my hive
The itch that
Makes the honey thrive
A primal need
That makes you plead I
Feed the mouths
That sow the seed and
Though I can take from whom
I choose I
Cannot deny I want it too.