the name that felt like silk, slipping from my lips was Natalie's

and when she undressed, her body canvased all of my fantasies

my hands slowly down her thighs, in harmonious moans expressed the sweetest of lies  

on the rainiest days, I would go down on her

and when I was utterly alone, the craving grew far more than I could endure

 
it is impossible to comprehend

the letters of lust I desperately want to send

shamelessly, I desire solely you and none above

more bitter than it is sweet, is this kind of love