brsutherland@watmum.UUCP (Bruce ) (11/18/86)
Goodnight My Love
Oh how I love him
So strong when he holds me, so warm and secure
He seeks out the woman, his smile is so sure
And eyes, they undress me. His lips, they caress me
This love is not empty, our love is so pure.
Oh how I want him
The man, I will find him. To touch and to feel
To softly explore him, his secrets reveal.
His hands slowly gliding, the woman stops hiding
My heart pounds with passion, my heart pounds with fear.
Oh how I need him
Fists fighting for freedom, abandoned to trust
Abandoned the virgin, lost in our lust.
Cool peace, my love sleeping, he won't hear my weeping
The woman is born and the woman is lost.
--- Bruce Sutherland
(Somewhere in U. of Waterloo)