My eyes wander over
               The stubble that so ever
     Gradually
                            Shadows your face
When I know
                             You've been having a bad time

No I'm certain

                                  That you'd never really tell me
What

            Goes on in your head.


But oh!
Do
     I
       Ever
               Long

                            For
                                   Your
                                            Soul-filled

                                                               ­  Voice

To whisper my name

For your
Muscled
               Arms,
                          Tanned
                                         Torso
                                                    &
                                                         Chiselled
                                                                ­        Shoulders
To surround me in intimacy

But most of all,

                                        I
                                    Crave
                      ­                The
                                   Feeling
                                       Of
                                   Passion

                                    When
                                       We
                                   ******
                                        In
               ­                       Sync

                                    ­  And
                                       You
                                     Reveal
                                    Yourself
                   ­                      To
                                         Me
                                           .