The Function of Man I Am


So tenderly I extend my arm and fingers for a gentle touch,

An unexpected urge produced desire beyond so very much,

Upon entering the part of my mind filled with desire I’m lost,

Desire overtakes every thought producing love’s exhaust,

 

I have urges produced by desire that result from my male lust,

I swear it’s true these male hormones make me feel I may bust,

To maximize sensations within requires you to excite my loin,

Abilities to excite my loin comes with ease that I lustfully join,

 

The giggle in your talk or the wiggle in your walk overpower,

Pouts made by your lips produce loin thrusts or a cold shower,

There is no age in your breasts or has your buttocks aged so,

Of all the women in the world you’re the most beautiful I know,

 

Atop I cultivate white plains of snow more so than black hair,

The only white hair given me by you was wonder if you care,

Too much time slithered by while in wait for just one tiny word,

From a white chariot “promise?” the miracle from you I heard,

 

I’ve been yours since the day we met as I impolitely crawled in,

My eyes took control of my everything as love needed to win,

My heart does more than pump my blood to move O2 about,

Love’s creation within this man came to be that day no doubt,

 

An angel said to me “I love you” without saying a single word,

The radiance of your beautiful glow said so much yet unheard,

I knew that day as you did too that one day we’d join as one,

Cells produced in my heart and mind say “my love you’ve won”.

The end. By Pat for Patti

I love you my darling little angel.