The Greatest Shame

Had I never known the heat of sensual fire From a woman consumed with sexual need Whose object of desire in the darkest hours For pleasure and gratification - was me I would never quite realize how empty and cold Are your reasons for a passionless life That kindness, compassion and trust - alone Are insufficient qualities for a wife Fear of having to reciprocate Unwanted proclivities in exchange Could never extinguish the primal lust Of a woman’s pheromones enraged There were wanton impatient lovers Who’ve met me at the door Overwhelmed with awaiting my presence Made love to me right there on the floor Their motives were often deep inner need But just as often the simple desire to please A woman’s innate need for lovin’ Could never be stifled or contained Nature’s demand for intimate mating Would overrule any reason to abstain But you leave me caressing my pillow Clueless and careless that sex has refrained Days on end with no kissin’ or huggin’ Endless months without releasing the strain Only a damaged psyche In deep emotional pain Or inherited cold-blood Coursing through chilly veins… Could explain. Claims of excessive carnal demands While seldom if never met Are the excuse for withholding affection But don’t explain the willful neglect To give and share lovin’ Til the end of our days With the spouse you had beget Whatever sexuality issues Is not alone your lover’s blame You mislead yourself most of all To believe our deceased romance Attaches no fault to your name Once-in-a-life-love sacrificed After all, the greatest shame. Iger