What does that mean? Being a man?
Well I assume its our (my) inability to keep our eyes to themselves...I lose myself...
Hmmm...I wonder why...
Perhaps its because of all the images in the world, of all the majesties afforded the eyes by nature, none is more beautiful than that of woman...
You are an art form...living and breathing...it is your raw power
You set us afire with out flame...
You drown us with out water...
You steal the air in a wind storm...
We float in your presence despite gravity...
You warm us in the cold...and yet make us break out in a cold sweat in the heat of the sun...
You are an enigma...and we are your slaves...
