Such a great sense of sensuality.
Who is she to bring a man like me
On bended knee.
She pulls me in, and seduces me
With her gentle tone.
As I repeat my affirmations of discipline
And strength,
she steps closer, as if my words
encourage infatuation.
The God in me knows that
she is unaware of her own sexual
energy.
The God in me knows,
but it's that child,
that dependent force,
that follows,
patiently.
It's that child like force
that follows.
As she gazes back bidding farewell
the God in me knows,
but it's that child inside
that sees more.
It's that child that hears the words
"I want you."
Yet the God in me knows
it's a simple goodbye.
My love for the female
is one to be controlled,
for only foolishness derives from lust,
and disappointment from false infatuation.
My love tends to contrast.
I seek only to love a Goddess,
but the child in me is a fool,
for he finds infatuation around every corner.
The God in me knows,
so he will protect the child from those
who have nothing to give,
but everything to take.
He knows to watch out for those
who are fountains of sexuality.
Those who stand closer than necessary.
Those who's interest are unparalleled.
Unless she is the Goddess herself.