like a droplet of rain
rushes to Earth's surface
women flock
like migrating birds
heading south for the winter
and if it's only for a minute or two
they'd all arrive early
just to be wooed by you

I know I leave a dent in your pillow
and strands of hair in your bed
but what remnants of me
if any
are left in your head?
am I solely erogenous flesh
that rests beside you
until awakened for pleasure
or more?
I don't wish to burn holes in your clothes
or rip tears through your sheets
but I'd like to know,
if not at least worth meeting,
worth more than a well kept secret