Ever wonder why the Sleazy Guy is alway the first to make a move,
While the Nice Guy is standing there, looking all dazed and confused?
Hopeful a little insight you'll gain,
As we look inside the Nice Guy's Brain.

The Inner Battle of Love and Lust

Over lovely Curves,
My eyes do Wander,
Under her Spell,
I am Willfully Under.
Her wistful Smile,
Framed I do See,
By full Crimson Lips,
So tempting, To Me.

But is this Lust?
What drives this Thought...
Are these desires Unjust?
My feelings all for Naught?
This burning deep Within,
That has taken a tight Hold,
Perhaps it will gently Begin,
To Let something good unfold...

Ahh...but her form, I must Admit!
I do want to Touch and Caress,
To Kiss each and every Tidbit...
Mind! Whoa! We need not Digress...
But..LOOK at her! Don't shut our Eyes
Imagine her skin, warm upon ours...
That waist...Those hips...those thighs...
Desire! Stop! This I cannot endure!

No...something more...
I feel it could be,
I need to within - explore,
And finally become free.
Her heart, Her dear heart,
I feel so drawn to it.
But...Apart, apart,
From mine, lonely pangs emit.

Again I view the curves of her,
Again my blood begins to stir,
Again tingles begin to occur,
No other curves would I prefer.
Skin so delectable and enticing,
Eyes, their sparkle, so inviting,
Wanton thoughts, so damn exciting,
That shivers happen, while I'm writing.

No....Something more...
My heart to you, I do implore,
Such ugly thoughts we must ignore,
For She is not a worthless whore.
Her Mind, Her dear wonderful Mind!
That is what draws me to her so,
So articulate, witty, and kind,
All Her wants-n-needs - I gotta know!

And yet again damn rotten brain,
You see her in such sultry light,
Yet again, damn you! yet again!
Thoughts like a devil in the night,
Wanting her for randy, selfish,  pleasures,
To release our devilish, erotic need.
Brain! I beg! realize her other treasures,
With our passion her, do not mislead.

Please, Heart and Brain,
Can we work this out?
Or are these pleas in vain?
As Within we thrash about.
You see - I want her- as a companion just,
Of my genteel spirit, let her see,
So PLEASE, Let try to start, without the lust,
Unless.....
she wants that part of me.