de·si·re

I

Touch Him
Caress Him
Embrace Him
Molest Him

Knowing he has a wife at home
He has left his children alone
And me he refuses to phone
Until he is ready to bone

Still

I want him
I need him
I hate him
I love him

Because I know I am getting old
And his heat denies the cold
So despite the warnings told
In his arms I continue to fold