i hear the voice of my goddess i will pass through the silk scarlet veil and walk down the hallway of memories where each room i laid down my soul bare to the sacrifice of pure pleasure and to the joy of everlasting love or so i was told and on those nights alone looking out my window i will light a candle and make a wish that a golden voiced goddess would just say hello and have a cup of coffee with me
there is a part of this, that is true for many men, including myself