and so many more,
whose names escape me,
leaving me with
only fleeting images,
from movies, TV, and magazines.
I love happy people,
and struggling souls,
and down-and-outs,
and just about everyone!
I love beautiful people,
and the rest too,
because beauty isn’t about
size or shape,
it’s about what’s inside,
and what you think and do.
But I don’t have
someone special in my life.
A lover,
to love,
and be loved by,
passionately,
sexually,
sensually!
so instead I dream on,
just loving life itself.
And yes, I go on loving
those girls
from bordellos too,
just occasionally.
Hey, I’m only human,
and I need loving too.
Or is that just sex & lust ?
I need loving,
I need love,
I love loving,