Go to the forest; sate your present need,
If on perfect love, you care not to feed.
Spend your nights under wintry-black skies
If less comfort is found where true love lies.
Listen to the wind; hear its chilling call.
It whispers sweet memories of last fall.
Think of how it feels to caress soft skin.
Remember my body, the warmth within.
Escape the world and all her earthly woes.
Run into empty arms where passion grows.
Relent and give in to this earnest plea.
Come stretch out your length and make love with me.
Together we’ll quench our thirsty desire
Bring yourself to me; I’ll drink in your fire.