downward desire

oh, this little ditty makes me feel so proud
to befriend this odd man who sings aloud
 he that sneaks about, with pen in hand
Can it be one who would understand
a plight that haunts and surely seizes
knows  secrets of pains that pleases
he knows the reason I cry till dawn
under stars, stretched on the lawn
to dream of a man, wild and free
he knows not my dreams of he
so entertaining till morning light
till my eyes would have no site
till the moon becomes the sun
I only crave and beg for one
then I cry for special kiss
I want, i hurt and I miss
a heart of mine, its pure
this I am for sure
I wait yet until
he comes again
I keep still
giving him
his thrill
fill