A man, throughout my life, each day
I find that I want sex:
That burning part of me,
Pressing and gaunt —

But now you’re here, another slant
Is seared into my thoughts;
It isn’t sex, my dear:
It’s you I want

It isn’t blind desire leading,
Negligent of goal:
It isn’t ‘horniness’
That doesn’t care

It’s you and only you I want –
I think I always did:
Before, though, I’d not dreamed yet
You were there

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