Crazy Gurl's Zeal Song (my personal take on Plath's Mad Girl's Love Song)

I am sorry I have never let it be said;

you fit me like a missing puzzle piece.

(Violin music plays softly inside my head.)

I lay before you like velvety butter on bread;

the longing goes on and on and shall never cease.

I am sorry I have never let it be said.

Intoxicating, but still as sweet as a rose so red:

I give myself to you like Aphrodite of ancient Greece.

(Violin music plays softly inside my head.)

Please swiftly lift me up and carry me off to bed;

with every step the depth of my desire will increase.

I am sorry I have never let it be said.

The intensity in your eyes is better than any passage I’ve read;

your delicate skin warms me like silky fleece.

(Violin music plays softly inside my head.)

Maybe it is best if I just show you instead;

the truth is bound to appear in my inhibition’s release.

I am sorry I have never let it be said

(Violin music plays softly inside my head.)