I worship
thoughts of 
it
lying there
content
waiting
to 
            e
       s
    i
r
again
from it's velvety cocoon

i touch
it 
in my mind
tormented from its absenced

but

i hear the call
to take it
'cause i want
it
bad

"go on gurl," the haunting speaks

"you're an outlaw
gripped by passions pleasure
to be wild!"

the echo echoes
"buck that bronco,
you need no consent!"

yeah this renegade's ambush
shall dance upon that stake
and awaken
it
to surrender...
               again.