I must confess the secret I’ve been holding inside of me
I must release the inner feelings that control the whole of me
I must resist, I can’t persist, but I must tell you this burning in me
I got to have it some way, some how, if not now, then when and how?
I can’t control any more this impulse that curses through my dendrites
I must tell it now or never, it wouldn’t ever come any other time
In my heart I feel it, parts of me can’t conceal it
My hands are shaky my knees are week, but most of all…


I wanna take you to places beyond expectation
Passion is a tangible entity diffusing the night
I only give up when my body gives out
Heat from red to yellow, from parched to afterglow
I say it with words though I do it much better without
The only sounds necessary are moans, groans, and shouts
But even they can’t express the ether of the body’s awakening
Which comes when the primal releases the repressed


I have achieved conciousness, and I want you to with me
I want you to experience that which is in me and can’t be denied
On which I rely, to reply with these lines of anticipation for release
But nothing too quick, but on hours to confess the deepest secrets
Don’t get me wrong, if you’re not physically repulsive or…  well…
See, even that I can’t say, because sometimes people don’t know
How beautiful they are, and frankly, those of you who are still deserve to hear it
So all the women, to whom I was so cordial and kind


Let me be blunt and not crude, I’m not satisfied until at least three
Unlike the rest of my life, in this I have work ethic, pride, desire
to exceed expectations and indeed clock any overtime
If you want it, I got it, if you need it, I’ll feed it, if it longs then I listen,
For it it feels I’ll give in, and give, and give till it hurts if need be
Now ladies there can’t be more than 50 of you that I know well enough,
And would want to have intimate relations with, now, if you think of how
Many there are in the world, and then of how many, any one of them can be you,
May be we haven’t met yet, but trust me you will enter my rolodex


Now, come on now, Daniel Walker said to me, not all men think like thee
And I proposed to him to find me a single young man who wouldn’t fuck
An attractive young thing who happened to stop on his doorstep in only a trenchcoat?
Needless to say human nature always wins, despite any labels of sin,
And I wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t work that way too, for you, if you could only
Accept my invitation in a proclamation of the body electric, don’t make me get Walt Whitman
To remind you of what sensation is.  A touch can get away with so much more,
It can be teasing, it can lie, it can hold-back, and still do no wrong, and lead to only right