Moment to moment

     
    She's the main attraction;      
    She knows this;      
    Each time he's rejected;      
    it dims "the magic....;"      
     
     
    from her beauty,      
    her personality, her everything;      
    her appeal sets the tempo,     
    of his heart beat....      
     
     
     his first thought most likely,      
     he wants to dip into the pool of her being,      
     to experience a "heavenly orgasm";      
     when the flesh makes a compelling contact;      
     
     
     but imagine;      
     she is the charge behind his drive;      
     he's drifting with the wind in her absence;      
     neutral in his way, as the cold wind hits his face;      
     
     
      he knows to simply have her being to hold,      
      priceless unlike gold; like a light switch to his soul;      
      feeling whole....      
     
     
     
       He; he wants to savor her;      
       She may question whether he just wants to play with her;      
       He's in the moment with rosed colored contacts;      
       He wants to be her teddy bear she cuddles when her eyes tear;      
     
     
       He wants to be there, wants to feel there,      
       how much more does each really care....    
       she's the platform; he performs;    
       he doesn't want to put on a puppet show;    
   
   
       she's the tempo; he may want to take it slow....    
       he indentifies with the "lone wolf's" echo,  
       while the "moonshine" rests an empty space in the sky of possibilities....