You are proud, headstrong, resourceful
even fierce when that is needed.
No tolerance for bullies or fools.
No compulsion to kneel to any man.
Then you meet one, different,
unlike others you've encountered.
You get a glimpse of his world
and summarily dismiss it.
His world is not for you.
The women he attracts
must be broken, needy
or badly damaged.
Yet a part of him calls to you
reaching out to you in a way
you can neither define
nor can you understand.
Lacking understanding
curiosity grows, rising, building.
How can this man be?
Why this undeniable draw?
He makes you smile, laugh,
genuine concern sways walls.
He's there when you need him
as a friend, soon a lover.
Still his world is not for you.
How can it be for one
who is not damaged
or a broken shell?
But that inexorable pull remains
and his presence make you crave,
hungry with a desire for more
unknown and unfamiliar.
Until you feel his touch,
not on your heated flesh,
but within your psyche,
at the very core of you.
Finally you realize
there is so much more
to his world than just
hasty first impressions.
As your body convulses
with overwhelming pleasure
you see you needn't be broken
to desire a place to belong.