A poet writes his verses true,thoughtful well composed
they're him and all his shortcomings his mind and soul exposed
they tell of love and passion spent and nights of lonely dreams
and of the days of solitude and all the plans and schemes
they speak of pain and pleasure sought and of the woman who
with gentle smile and tempting ways can make the dream come true
someone to fill the empty void and drive away the lust
before the time has brought us down and turned the time to dust
a spirit free and willing to become a lovers song
hearing music in her heart and yearning to belong
a captive of her needs,desires searching deep inside
to find the keeper of her secret,beauty of her pride
a woman who can bare her mind and tell of what she feels
when lights are low and fever high and reason softly
kneels