Bunk *** (7)

My head is a mess. My body is restless. All I seek is
violent creation. I want to play music all night and day.
I want my lover in my arms. I can’t think. I sure as hell
can’t act rationally. I’ve got butterflies in my stomach.
I want to taste you. I want to kiss you for a full minute.
I wanna leave you flushed, sweaty and pulsing. I want to
laze in the forest. I wanna get drunk and play games with
friends. I want to strip your clothes off and make love to
you. I want to be a living, acting, giving and dying thing
that sings like a bird on the wing.