It isn't what she does, rather how she makes me feel-- glad to be a man.

I can't explain why the curve of her neck or how the shape of her breast fills a blouse just so, moves me.

Calming my male energy, filling me with a confidence that has nothing to do with her or me.

Makes me want to see, really see, and remember what was seen and what she has awakened.

One day soon my desire will be merely a memory.

No longer distracting me from living

So tonight I'm going to enjoy it

I'm not the master here, desire is.