ITouch Him
Caress Him
Embrace Him
Molest Him
Knowing he has a wife at home
He has left his children alone
And me he refuses to phone
Until he is ready to bone
Still
I want him
I need him
I hate him
I love him
Because I know I am getting old
And his heat denies the cold
So despite the warnings told
In his arms I continue to fold
Hm. The assertive image from Wiley makes a bitter contrast with the pessimism of the poem.
ReplyDeleteSo powerful yet true! Its like you never really have all of him...yet you feam for more, while it tears you apart.
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