O My mind,
my creative
tortured mind
constantly slips,
slips inside her.
I think of ways,
ways to give her
my magic touch,
to rock her.
And it seems so vivid,
so vivid it seems,
I can feel
her heartbeat
trembling,
taste her skin
sweating,
with me standing,
standing straight up
on my own two feet
behind her,
whispering
sweet,
sweet
nothings.