Touching And Smelling Poem by James McLain

Behind your eyes.
When the world I you hold,
keeps you up.
Being how I am not.
What will you do?
But If I can not, will you do it?
I am to far behind you,
You being able to think things through.
You have caught,
and won the head of destiny,
Being defeated by you.
My head has never hung this low.
Not in shame was it defeated.
It was my desire,
like a child for you, were not.
My desire so it was and still is I feel hot.
Touching and smelling the silk on your face.
And the feel of satin and braocade of lace.
And still I am knowing you are what I am.
Each time that you have ever come over.
After your heart finishes beating,
you have often after then said to me.
I may need to do whatever is required.