Not What I Expected !
About one thought per second,
Can cripple a man’s resolve.
Thoughts of pure love and sex,
Are most of what is involved.
But here in front, behind
I’m doubting all my waywardness,
Could fold beneath your demand
Over powering me now, I must confess.
A trim and subtle lithe petite,
Has gripped my wanting you.
Far more than reasonable dictates,
In the goal of winning through.
You’re not what I expected,
I’d seen no-one so strong like me.
Coming into the arena of love,
To set my true love ever free !