Can I Touch You There?

Can I Touch you there?
Does that feel good?
A comical bravado disguises
My lack of wood.
 
Her eyes reflect
The Spectre of the night before
She allowes me  
To slip inside her sin.
 
Anouther kiss
On my lovers lips
Confirms the darkness
That lies within.
 
We were players on a stage
Are roles all ready written
Are lines rehearsed
Penalised for our lack of vision.
 
Bullets fired
All missed  
The night ends suddenly
Lost without a kiss.
 
I would dismiss her
As passing delerium.
 
Exadarated by Erotic hunger
And Sexual fatigue.
 
...and yet still
Somthing about her  
Unerves me!