We are so frustrated
boiling over with anticipation
he engulf our brains
dancing fantasies that leaves us dripping
rip our bodice
come enraged and engorged
we tremble wide-eyed and speechless
his silent determined countenance
that tight tight embrace that drew our breaths sharply
oh! the hot passion that shines in his being
he's in our minds and bodies
we can not rest from this fever
oh! to be taken on velvet
and ride the rhythm of dark waves
we know the yeah, yeah and oh, oh
we seen the big monster with one eye
and in crazed abandon
we write and writhe and writhe and write
we set out our fantasies in gusty prose
and glaze our delusions to challenge
to stir and mix our throbbing gardens
and burn the lights in our fluttering caves
so near yet so far
if only for a night
then perchance we'll leave the toys alone
and our poetry will be  of cakes and chocolates
roses and wine and perfumes from Channel
oh!  sorry I forget, we are low levels
that should be stuff from Primark
and cheap plonk from any Tom **** or Harry
those types that would steal for us
and we pat on the heads
and call heroes