Short but sweet…
A man’s heart lies in a lot of places;
it lies in work,
it lies in devotion to family,
it lies in duty,
and it lies….period.
It lies when it says
he doesn’t need to be touched or
“it’s ok; I’m not in the mood either”…
when in fact, he very much is—but knows it isn’t welcomed.
…a man has trouble with this—
If he is in fact, a real man; in that,
he wants and longs so much for physical touch; for intimacy;
that he literally burns in his own body,
but he would not dare to press that need or force it.
For lack of a better word, lust, for a man, is more than the conquest.
It is the visual, it is the anticipation of seeing things unseen;
seeing things forbidden, or hidden—and touching them.
For lack of a better word, sensuality, for a man, is more than release;
It is the touch, the gentle caress, the brief passing of skin on skin;
feeling just the breath of another’s body and the electric fire it brings.
For lack of a better word, sex, for a man, is more than action;
It is a culmination, a crescendo, an explosion
of love and devotion and true feeling laid literally bare
that begins with a mere whisper and ends with a shout.
A man’s heart lies in his chest;
it lies there and waits—sometimes for an eternity it seems
longing to share it’s passion with another but denied it
because of memories of forgotten pain, words spoken in hurt,
or actions that cannot be forgotten.
It lies in wait for the chains to be set free..and burns…but understands.
If it is the heart of a real man.