Brother Infatuation ( The God In Me Knows)

Such a great sense of sensuality.

Who is she to bring a man like me

On bended knee.

She pulls me in, and seduces me 

With her gentle tone.

As I repeat my affirmations of discipline 

And strength,

she steps closer, as if my words 

encourage infatuation.

The God in me knows that 

she is unaware of her own sexual 

energy.

The God in me knows,

but it's that child,

that dependent force, 

that follows,

patiently.

It's that child like force 

that follows.

As she gazes back bidding farewell

the God in me knows,

but it's that child inside

that sees more.

It's that child that hears the words 

"I want you."

Yet the God in me knows

it's a simple goodbye.

My love for the female 

is one to be controlled,

for only foolishness derives from lust,

and disappointment from false infatuation.

My love tends to contrast.

I seek only to love a Goddess,

but the child in me is a fool,

for he finds infatuation around every corner.

The God in me knows,

so he will protect the child from those 

who have nothing to give,

but everything to take.

He knows to watch out for those 

who are fountains of sexuality.

Those who stand closer than necessary.

Those who's interest are unparalleled.

Unless she is the  Goddess herself.