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