My restless mind is running wild,
Beyond the strength of my denial
Mocking words that I abhor –
I want you, I need you, I am yours.
The breadth of your shoulders
Has made me bolder –
There is nothing of my desire
That is not fed as fuel to fire.
The curve of my back whispers free
Of sinuous movement, of ecstasy
The parting of my lips suggest
That they are yours, and all the rest
Of what I am, pulses fiercely as it can
To call you in, oh wanton man
You who have stripped me of my pride
And left me naked at the wayside
Trembling now with open fear
That you will go and leave me here
My yearning heart a lone wild beat
On this cold and dark and windy street.
How is it you can twist and turn
And make me weak and melt and burn
How is it you have conjured me
Into a wild raging sea?
But what sweet torture after all
To stand here in the wind, to fall;
To surrender to this ancient call,
To love no matter what befalls –
This call that I can not resist
That woke in me at our first kiss
That asks of me to simply be,
That urges me to wait and see.