And night after night; that tauntress, she comes
Creeps into your head, and she pulses and moans

She treks ‘cross your skin, you can feel her trail
While she touches you gently, every mound; every vale

You lose all control, and try as you might
To keep it inside, but you can’t win this fight

Exploring each crevasse, with speed like a snail
She drinks from your river; she makes your chest rale

She remains until dawn, and then crawls from your bed
While you toss and you turn, and you realize she fled

Now alone and cold, you must think of her heat
To give you the energy to rise to your feet

Then day after day, you work on a plan
To tame this sweet vixen, but conclude that you can’t

So night after night; that tauntress returned
And you welcomed her back, for you lived and you learned