i hear the voice of my goddess
i will pass through the silk scarlet veil
and walk down the hallway of memories
where each room i laid down my soul bare
to the sacrifice of pure pleasure
and to the joy of everlasting love
or so i was told
and on those nights alone
looking out my window
i will light a candle
and make a wish
that a golden voiced goddess
would just say hello
and have a cup of coffee
with me
there is a part of this, that is true for many men, including myself