You bring out the beast in me.
You bring out the muscle and the sweat of me.
You bring out the musk and the male of me.
The bulging fore arm and the sweat soaked brow of me.
You bring out the passion and the swagger in me.
You bring out the George Clooney in me.
You Bring out the gentle man in me.
The gentle poet who writes about longing in me.
You bring out the thoughts that can not be described in words.
You bring out the Rumi in me.
I can not recognise the body that I call my own, when I pressed mine into you. I thought its mine but I can not call it as mine.
In me there is a man, a lover.
Ten thousand men ..... Your lovers.
Lovers of you in me.
You bring out the man in me.
I want to bury your face in my chest.
Tell you things that are not meant for hearing.
I want to hold you still, kiss you numb.
I want you to show you that I am your man.
