I am a man and I have an addiction,
When untreated, in my mind there is friction.
All I crave is the entirety of a female,
Together we create a woeful tale.
Her skin like the silk of the smoothest rivers,
Not man or time can that beauty be withered.
Her scent like the blossom of the rarest flowers,
It’s smell a love potion, an incredible power.
Her taste so delicate like fruit of our garden,
To try it there is nothing a man would not bargain.
Her deep deep eyes the greatest of them all,
The key to her soul, they bare but all.
I am a man and she is my addiction,
The cure to my lust is nothing but pure fiction.