There he was walking down the street,
full of stature and bursting with pride.
His unmistakable stance with his gorgeous smile
his laughing eyes and calm nature.
His imperfect body, yet perfect heart.

The thought of his caresses,
the thought of his passion.
The thought of his heart beating with mine.
All this and more sends shivers down my spine.

He's there, out there somewhere,
waiting to set my heart on fire,
and my mind into flames.

The warmth of his kiss,
the coolness of his hand;
the bond of his heart and
intensity of his mind.
Follows me, like the wind on my back.

Where are you, kind sir?
When will you be mine?
To have, to hold, to BE?
Where are you?

2002