I've always been afraid to be ****** Never wanted to be a raging hormonal beast Loving her parts but not her whole Perverse thoughts staining my soul
But wanting her skin AND mind is fine An appreciation that ages like wine Thinking of your body while feeling your light Wanting to make love then hold you tight
To please is to love Learned that from above Your comfort is a priority *** is wanted but part of the minority
No scheme or plan Coming before you a bare man Offering the radiant tangible feelings in my hand Fighting to stay when other ran
Drowning in the depth of her essence Overcome by your totality Unable to exist with you in reality Hence why he's the latest fatality
But I'm here on demand Trust me, I'm your biggest fan Don't worry, it'll be alright I'll be here when you greet the morning light
A very personal poem that explains my anxiety around women who are beautiful. Inside and out.