Who I Am

Once

I was the man

Women dropped to their knees

They banged on my door

Asked for midnight pleasure

I was servicing dozens of women annually

Just once

Is all it took

A trace of hair

The scent of another

And the wind carried me

To the bottom of the ocean, I sank

I wait no more

For you, you know who I am.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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