Not Just A Man Poem by Marilyn Lott

I watched you on the bandstand
As you sang and played the bass
Observing your muscular body
Your rugged and handsome face.

When I found out you were single
I gave you my business card
And dreamed of those well-worn fingers
As they strummed across the cords.

What would it be like, I asked myself
If they ever touched my skin?
But as the weeks rolled by and I waited
My chances seemed less than slim.

And then one night you sat with me
Later we talked on the phone
Now that I knew you were interested
I invited you to my home.

You were not just a man but a father
Who was able to love and to care
I felt something growing inside me
That I hoped some day I could share.

The first time we lay together
In the shadows of a candle light
You were not just a man but an artist
Who made everything special and right.

You made me feel like a woman
Who was beautiful and sensuous too
I hope you see why, my darling,
That I’m falling in love with you.

The other night as I touched you
And I listened to you sleep
I felt something aching inside me
That was warm, and peaceful and sweet.

Let’s not worry about tomorrow
Just enjoy all the time that we spend
Together as our lives, like our bodies
Will slowly and carefully blend.

Written in 1989