Here is my nightly exercise in frustration.


Oh, man of illusion,
I've had only a taste of you.
It's just not enough.
I want some more.

Such words of passion,
I feel them surround me.
So strong, almost touching.
I want some more.

You've become my addiction,
now I need a fix.
Those few drops are
great, but
I want some more.

You hint of a pleasure
to great to bear.
Stop hinting and deliver-
I want some more...