A Woman's Touch

Countless times his story's been mistold
About a man whose never too old
To lure a woman into his bed
And satisfy her to no end

He was a blacksmith by trade
Who worked real hard when he wasn't getting laid
There was a deep hunger in his skin
That plagued him day out and day in

Some said he was the love of many a woman
For he was overflowing with charm and wit
 The ladies were infatuated as the story went
They thought that his tenderness was heaven sent

He seemed to be nothing more than a slut
Still he was envied by his male friends
For all the women that he'd bed and such
When all he longed for was a woman's touch