Golden sea. Of soul and heart,
does quench my thirst;
For some of my love, only a part,
But I put it first.
I need you now. But green gates-
Stop my lustful merry way.
She may love me, but she hates,
The things in which I do say.
I stroke her cheek, swish a hair,
nibble her cheekbone, here and there,
Kiss her neck, smooth her side,
no body part, can try to hide.
Because I love her. Her being me.
Me is my heart, which belongs to she.
She is a woman, of individuality.
Don't be silly. Its not me, she or he.
Its WE.
Thank You


