Tell Me

Was it not she on your mind when you touched my hair, the silk of mine nothing compared to hers...tell me...

Don't be afraid dear one, was it her dainty paintless fingers you imagined threaded through yours but instead you got mine. Be a man, just do please tell me. And was it her skin you craved, lying next to me, her touch on your back, her sweet love. Tell me, tell me, tell me. And when I took that plunge and gave my heart to someone for the first time, was it not her giggly voice you wanted to hear in the darkness of night next to you. Around you. Tell me. Was it not HER your eyes craved to see in every way, HER your soul wanted to bind to, to promise death do us part. Tell me! Just tell me! Tell me...