My desires remain the same
Sitting in my wheelchair, I'm broken from my point of view, things seem to change though, when I think of you
My pulse starts to quicken, my heart begins to pound, even though its just a dream, I love it when you're around
My mind runs off to younger days, when I was in my prime, when everything was working well and I could really make you mine
Moving with freedom, when making love was done with style and grace, now thats all left within my passed, now it's hands and face
But it hasn't crushed my desires, in me they still burn bright, my needs are met in my fantasies and the poetry I write
Because when I dream I'm not broken, I feel it in my soul, that's because I dream of you, the girl who makes me whole
So please come to me tonight, I pray I dream of you again, because though I might be broken, my desires remain the same
THE KINKY POET