What has she done that’s so perplexing. I’m a grown man with the world next to me. Spinning like a top in the night, just the scent of her drives me crazy. Being pulled in directions I don’t want to go, I can’t stop it. Just when my mind clears I see her name, a silhouette. I’m haunted by lust, drug down to primeval man hunting…I’m gentle as a lamb by the touch of her skin. I’m not out of control can’t lose my cool…This is a dream what else could be…

Joe Callari