I can't respond with my body, but I can respond with my spirit, and why is that? I just don't know I can see her flashing eyes I can look inside and see her heart move yes, there's something called inner vision it's deeper than insight
I want to give her pleasure more than I want to attend to my own and why is that? I just don't know is there something wrong with me or am I just growing old?
I sleep downstairs sometimes and sometimes feel lost and alone but the feeling passes I always come back to myself and the woman I love
I have often thought, what if I were paralyzed, how could I give love? well, I am finding out still, I wish I could give more
it's a woman's secret that makes it all worth while I am just a man and have no secrets I have a need to immerse myself in hers but if all of the mystery were to vanish, then would life be worth living? I think not
I may be a poet and may set down some words, but she's a poet just walking around and living and breathing she doesn't even have to try