I long to listen to a woman’s tender, sweet voice

To hear it whispering to my soul

I long to see a woman’s eyes meet mine

To witness desire in them

I cry out to be touched

To feel the gentle caress of a woman’s hand

I yearn to taste a woman’s flesh

To explore the pleasure of her hidden treasures

I can not give myself these things

I hate that I want them

Wanting only leaves me in a hole of with out

What can I do

Some gifts in Life you can not give to yourself