She can turn it on
if the moon is right
it's my own self she wants
she takes me dancing
into the fire
her ******* & hips
swinging in time
she calls for me
hypnotized...  I am lost in her scent
the dance of desire

When you're not with me
time slips away, ponderous,
pleased with itself
pretending you don't exist

Then reality strikes
as I hear your key in the lock
For a moment, I am panicked
checking... preparing for your mood

I am a forest creature
hiding in the bush
listening to your footsteps
crush the leafy floor

Pieces of my self
rise to greet me
in the night
I hold them to the
mirror of truth
and judge them
in it's naked light

I'm in love with spiderman
he may be called off
at any time
he goes where the wind blows
at least I know he's doing good
wherever he is

meanwhile I'm surrounded
by simple states of arousal