You'd think that as we age
We'd learn to behave
But as I get older
And I'm not so self assured
I still have urges that are
Leaving me disturbed
You'd think that lust
Was something lost in our youth
But for you my passion burns
And my heart will always yearn
Because I desire you in the most
Desperate of ways
For what ever I may have
I would gladly give
To experience the bliss
Of worshiping
The altar of my
Beautiful Goddess