I’m not the one from which she wants flowers.
Yet I’m content,
Thinking of her
At night, in my showers.
During the day,
I’ll go about normally,
Throwing a wink,
Denial- nonchalantly.
For my mind sees
What my body cannot,
And he envisions her
From her head to her knees.
There are many,
They're not kind,
They cause war
Between body and mind.
But you must remember the body is blind.