Soft-stroking
You
      my Sweet
in dream-drowsy
           saturated state.

Blowsy-beautiful and...
       limpid with
                 sheer longing,
                         growing more
                                   diaphanous
                                              with d e s i r e
                                                           every moment.

I WANT.
              You. You.
Only You
                    can ease this      ach-ing      ur-gen-cy     this
                                                                                      Need.
You have       s c a t t e r e d       my senses

                      like       sweet        s e e d...
and each has taken
                        r
                   o
                      o
                   t
                     thrust up
                                  pulsating shoot
in        tre-      mors       of            an-tic-i-        pat-ed
..................................
            ...............................
                            .............................. E c s t a s y.