My Ego Goes Against Need

Her Silence is a deafening Wail

and with a Look,

She can Blind me from action.

She deserves that Respect,

after all, She paid for it with

A Heart that needs to Stop beating

for Her to Live.

Her Voice can sound

Soft in it's Anger,

with Words that have no Intention

of continuing Games of Dominance

and Ego.

All my Desire crashes

against her Wall of reason and logic.

No wonder I find her Beautiful,

for even in Her

Tactical destruction of my Dreams

She continues to Amaze me

with a Mind that needs No Effort

to out Think my Lust.

Then, when I feel it is Hopeless

to continue to Play the Game

of Men and Women,

her eyes Stare at Nothing

and her Soul becomes Vulnerable

as she Grows tired of The World,

her Gaze now an

Exhausted level of Trust

that Honours Me.

That Honesty of Intelligence

and Insight combined with

Her Physical Beauty that can inspire

any man to Foolishness

will always Guarantee my Devotion

to her Spirit beyond

All my Desires to her Flesh.

I Wonder if those whose Beds

She has Graced

ever Realized how I Envy

Them.