Once
I was the man
Women dropped to their knees
They banged on my door
Asked for midnight pleasure
I was servicing dozens of women annually

Just once
Is all it took
A trace of hair
The scent of another
And the wind carried me
To the bottom of the ocean I sank
I wait no more
For you, you know who I am.

© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.10.15:51:55@205HudsonNYC