A woman’s body is a to a man

What a poem is to a poet

He must discover her. Study her

Find within her, things she never knew

She hunger for…

For one must see in her eyes the anticipation

Of what is to come

Alas, the uncontrollable passion of a woman

Must be seduced with desire

For like poetry, making love cannot be rushed

But rather teased, into its climax

—o—

I must never forget that as soft as silk my touch must be

So as to satisfy your sweet desire

After all, it is your desire

That guides my body

But, ultimately it is your heart

Which guides my soul.