These vows, I write now for the future
I write them with a clouded mind
Foggy with dreams and predictions that may not come true

But in my optimism I write this
On my paper wishing well
And somewhere in the future read aloud:

I will receive your love
In the gentle and innocent spirit
In which it is given.

We will never make love on the riverbank
Where I sit now, wishing we were
Your modesty would overrule my impulsive nature.
And to be stifled in such a way
Would not be new to me.

But only you have such a way of rationale
That keeps my imagination enticed
That entrances my nerve endings

So that you bring me to climax
Just by penetrating my thoughts
Until I’m no longer sated by physical touch
But the hunger feels better than relief
And I vow to be hungry forever.