Her lips strip lies bare and my starting point's there where her eyes cast a shadow 'cross me.

She takes me on trips and her lips show the way, but
her eyes are the beacons I see.

And a man only can what makes woman is man and the woman's all woman to me.

She keeps me in shape, puts the food on my plate and the words in my mouth so to speak
and she brings me the home where I'm never alone and my starting point's there where her eyes cast a shadow 'cross me.

Tubeless poetry presents
Friday on the central line.