I’m dedicated to loving you,

I know what it feels like too.

Is it your sympathy that strikes?

Or am I addicted to that fire?

No dollar for dollar do I require.

Love drives me like a moth

Or ill drinking chicken broth.

Like a letter with a fancy stamp.

Or a germ, under an ultraviolet lamp.

How could anyone be complete?

There is an empty side of the sheet.

You felt it, the fire of sexual desire,

Now think, Insect, then, Firefly.

Self light-producing organism,

they are,

Under the abdomen, you’ll see. Light,

the official state insect of Tennessee.

There’s passion, delight and estasy.

lighting up the night sky.

Could that be like sexual estasy?

It’s love first spark of which I speak,

Separate love from sexual desire? No!

Let love fill the sky with great delights,

Like wings of dreams, magical and rare.

Love’s amazes, knowing all it can bear.

Desperate longing as well as despair.

If love’s return it’s beautiful to watch, as

Sensations move within my crotch.

Love’s passion, delight and estasy,

Like round rocks skimming over water

Or giving a beggar man a quarter.

It delights, let one’s heart feel light

My thoughts of love are shear delight.