There is a sunset that dips below
My throbbing passions..
My time upon this earth is perhaps
Nothing more than a whim of
Fantasy
But like so many men I am to
Painfully aware of some inner
Need that transends the boundaries
Of my understanding..
It is though my soul cannot
Rest til I feel the touch of your
Hand
I suppose I could finish out
The rest of my days with all
My magical emotions
But I sometimes wonder
If I've been slighted by
The hand of destiny
That I might never feel
The warmth of your
Loving body next to
My hungry heart
I clench my fists but
I realize that anger
And panting of soul
Has never brought
You near
This love storm of
Volcanic passion seems
To die with every moonlit
Night
What does it take?
Surely, I would be a
Good man to you
Surely, my gentle
Hand would cup
Your cheek and my
Finger tips would
Trace the path of
Your soulful tears
But by some mysterious
Destiny I must breathe
Deep and accept my
Long held passion
You will go on to find
A lover of your desire
You may remember me
Perhaps in the springtime
Of your frolicing fancy
But will you remember
The heart that burns for
Your touch when the winter
Of my souls crying dies
In the dust of the earth?
Cafe