I long to listen to a woman’s tender, sweet voice
To hear it whispering to my soul
I long to see a woman’s eyes meet mine
To witness desire in them
I cry out to be touched
To feel the gentle caress of a woman’s hand
I yearn to taste a woman’s flesh
To explore the pleasure of her hidden treasures
I can not give myself these things
I hate that I want them
Wanting only leaves me in a hole of with out
What can I do
Some gifts in Life you can not give to yourself