IT'S A QUESTION OF AROUSAL

I wonder if I’ll ever meet

Another man that I can teach

To ensure I am complete

Or if and how they will compete

I question if I’ll ever be

Aroused quite as erotically

As you once did continually

To unexpected high degree

I worry my skin will remain

Untouched and I will ne’er again

Witness welcome bed sheet stain

One too ashamed to explain

And I pray before I die

I am stroked with lullaby

Experience that lonely cry

That only you could satisfy