A Man’s Love

I am not hungry
It’s a thing about love
And what it does to my pangs
But my desires are there
There is a desperate whim to tell you my love
Of your effect
Of my other needs
Of when my heart is to burst through ribs
And this love is unstoppable
About your magnificent style
Such a sexy shape
A glistening body with vitals
And the comfort of sharing speed with you
Of being inside you
Of turning you on at whim
You are my favourite car