The thought of Sex
was what drove me
straight into you

The urge for stillness
to selfishly calm
that hunger inside
drove me to
force me upon you

The thought of Sex
was what drove me
wickedly your way

The urge to possess you
to make you burn
and to weep
drove me to
force you inside me

Sex was what
haunted my sleep
You were the one
who haunted
my dreams

But now

Love is was drives me
straight into you
The urge to be touched
by purified hands
drives me to kneel
before your
crystal clear eyes