I did not see it coming The car hit me head on It took my breath away No more than that it Took my legs away 17 and legless The object of pity. She was married She had just had a baby It was crazyville I watched her struggle as her husband worked his *** off. I fell in love with her too. But only from my wheelchair. She was thirty something I did not ask I did not care. I listened to her music She listened to mine. I listened to everything She shouted or whispered. I did not know What I could do if she came to me naked. I just wanted her that way. Hormones don't have wheelchairs. But paraplegics don't have girlfriends. She came over to my den I whispered it . Too afraid to speak loudly. I said I want you I need you She undressed And she came to me I felt myself respond She did what woman Have done to men that need them Since time began. She did What she could. I missed her terribly when she moved. She said she was wrong. But I did not listen. I had lost my heart and my legs.
Five years later
It was summer The flowers were abundant Sally my wife Brought the children They were ready to leave Their pushchairs Even though I would never Leave mine. She said I love you so much honey I kissed her beautiful face. And said Not as much as I love you.
On some quiet moments I think of the lady next door. She lit a candle in my manhood And it set fire to my soul It became an inferno. And I became a man.