Oh you'll be back. You'll be trying to go to sleep and we will be singing softly in your ear, salacious songs of desire and yearning. You'll be driving in your car and we'll be there, just out of reach, taunting, tempting, your loins flaming with desire. You'll be in a meeting, but your mind will wander and we know all about the wandering thoughts of weak men like you. You'll be thinking of our lush prose, our lubricious tracts of love and Joesus, and you'll come begging for us the way you always do. You tell yourself you're strong and you don't need us, but you'll come back the way you always do. You talk about your girl friend, dressed in a filmy gown of scarlet and gray, and you tell yourself she is where your heart must reside, but we know better. She knows what you need, but we know what you want.
