I have scars that will not heal and bruises that do not show
I have hunger that can not be quenched that I do know
Doctors and meds can not cure what my heart had to endure
My heart breathes forever hungry for passion
From the soul of my attraction
My heart with every beat seems to linger in famine to be loved with passion
I do not desire pity expressed with an eyedropper of compassion
What a silly contraption
That love will wane and wax like harvest moon
I’d rather have soft lips pressed against my manly soul
Swooned by my beloved and rocked by rock’n’roll
With heaving chest and my sexual quest
Let’s make love our eternal destiny
Together let’s ride like stallion and mare
Galloping upon the canvas of life with no care
