i am short.
i am intense.
i am terribly myopic.
his phallus guards the sacred
garden. men scurry in the
thrall of the shadow of his
will.
there is nothing beyond the
reach of his desire or
command.
his kingdom reaches to the
sun and holds the mountains
in their place.
your wish is within his grasp & the
beauty of his body will
fill your eyes with
wonder.
he is all a woman could want in a
living man & to see him is to
realize endless dreams of
pleasure.
but tell me, what there is for the
soul to love?
he is short.
he is intense.
he is terribly myopic.