Beloved,
gazing down with
bedroom eyes
your doubt seeps in again--
befuddled by my resolve
to retain my virtue.
I fear it is not my resistance that wounds you;
Perhaps you struggle to recall
when you last felt needed
without towelling off afterwards...
PHASE TWO BEGINS
15 years ago
1 comment:
very nice! I think we, men, are a bit to blame in this. We tend to only show 'love' through the physical and women no longer know what to make of us when we are otherwise. I like it very much!
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