I’ll sit and wait, and yet my flesh will rise
To enter you, my Lover, and my Sweet
Enticement, like the garden which I prize
My garden is your body, I will eat
Your tender flesh; I’ll feel you on my lips
Your moist, delicious thighs are where I’ll seek
The pleasure you will feel within your hips
I want to be the ecstasy you speak
I’ll feel you tell my body how to move
I’ll move to fill your wishes, your command
Then, as you come, I know that you will prove
My heart is like a drum beneath your hand
You’ll shatter all the silence where I wait
There’ll be no doubt that I have found my mate.