Share yourself with me tonight
That I might feel that warming sight
Of womanhood — to feel a man
For I am fire and you’re the fan
As raw desires appear undaunting
So unfulfilled through depths of wanting
To only know that softer touch
And be caressed — ask I too much?
For I was made, endowed with seed
And all the means, then given need
Conversely so don’t ask me why
My maker chose to have me shy
With senses worn and undulating
In search of one who’s stimulating
That pair of eyes reflecting soul
Bemark my most elusive goal
Dave Williamson
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