A late night conversation
across computer screen
Breeds quiet desperation
For thoughts sudden unclean
And slowly typing answer
And savoring the rise
Of constructed glowing-after
A knowledgable surmise
My passion has you craving
Without a single touch
Satisfaction long delaying
Brings forth to my own blush
How wicked you must see me
My thirst for hungry words
So oft I am receiving
In lust my will inured
Willow's Glen 