How would I know?
That touching your rainbow would leave me one million questions unanswered.
Your moaning leads me to mental wandering through nights of cold feet
and sleepless rants.
What was once a simple sexual act of power over their being
has become a power over me; you touching yourself looks
like a lovely heaven lying in view….
Translating to me that I should turn my blood that is usually
chilled like the Atlantic ocean  into a burning desire that matches
the look in your eyes when I am down below…