Sight

There is this man, in my life.

He causes sight of no more strife.

He raises hand in kindness too,

telling me, "I love you".

I met him once in Dungeon Lair.

He does like!! to pull my hair.

A gentle way with crosses bare.

He held me in, I did not tear.

This night of darkness,

night of terror.

Became a way, to view the air,

of temptress taunting,

Men were daunting.

He held me tight,

it was alright.

At the end, he did the mend.

Asked to Fuck,

to wrap it up.

Off we went into the night,

I said, "yes", on went life!!

K.A.P.

8/13/2009