On Being Full Poem by James McLain

What causes the ache, the fullness that few
can explain?
As some try, yet women from all walks of life remain,
with the many in hand.

A comparison made a full lake drained dry, bringing her
lip's into play, music is made, not knowing why.
A damn pressed against the fluids inside must escape.

The ache is felt that I have, does a volcano when full
not explode?
All that you think must be true, the ache that I feel is you