See the young ones, eyes so bright
The pounding passion of their hearts
With energy of love so filled
With every kiss so sweet distilled
And tapped through my seductive arts
Preoccupied with daily needs
Their adult world bereft of joy
Against the wisdom that they learn
They dream of childhood, how they yearn
To be my plaything, be my toy
What do they see when they see me?
The one they want, the one they need
Such ecstasy in dreams-come-true!
Their happiness will be mine too…
With lips on helpless lips I feed