I look out my window at mountains far away –
they look like mounds of green misshapen clay.
They remind me of a home left behind –
something I don’t care to find.
Yet, overseas someone’s waitin” for me,
I consider her the woman of my dreams;
but reality, so far away, it seems.
I yearn for her when depression sets in,
I want her, the many ways a man should;
except it feels like a sin.
I look at the other women & just see their bodies –
I don’t know how their heart & soul is written.
My woman has always been my goal –
to please, tease, & love her.
It runs so deep, when were together –
I could be part of her.
I love her to much to express
it in words.
I’d love to give into the world &
carnal desire;
but up bringing & control, prevent our
making love.
The thing that’s binding for
couples & lovers –
“Woman I’m only a man & I’ll do the
best that I can;”
but forgive the instant
urges & wild ideas…
’cause I’ve been, gone from you too
long & it drives me wild;
to be so close & restrain
myself from you.
Your portrayal of self & the natural you,
Intrigue me to want to have you.
In my world it’s only wrong –
to want, for a woman, & long.
Your femininity
just totally captures me.
“…” Scorpions.
wil becker
1994
