A could tell you a story,
an epic tale of gigantic proportions,
of heroic endeavours,
where women swooned at my feet,
and men were envious of my secret ways.
I could make you sit,
ears tantalising on fire,
awaiting the blazing crescendo,
of love, romance, abuse and, loss,
and still you would want more.
I could wrap my words around your mind,
and delicately place images,
in your head that you want to see, feel, taste and touch,
of a woman meeting a man,
for the first time, and it lasted in fairytale romance.
I could sit you down,
next to me,
and hold your hand,
look in your eyes,
and give you my world, heaven, hell, moon and stars.
I could give you a story,  
that not all women are beautiful,
and not all men are men,
and maybe you could understand, conceive, accept
what, my story is.....