What Is It About The Lips Of Men

That Makes Me Hard And Long For Them?

What Is It About Their Eyes And Mine...

That Makes The Mortal Seem Divine?

What Is That Light That Burns Within

Igniting Libidinous Hunger For Them?

When Eyes Meet Why Do I Shiver And Melt?

Why Do I Quiver After What I Have Felt?

Why When They Whisper Do I Feel I'm On Fire?

Why Was I Blessed With This Gay Sex Desire?

But Questions Don't Mean Much And Answers Mean Less...

The Fun Is The Asking! The Longing! The Guess!

To Cast Out That Magic... To Answer That Wanting...

Is To Be Made A Ghost With No House To Be Haunting.

At Least That Is One Of My Many Theories...

Inspired By My Curious Queries.