I Wonder

I wonder if she exists, the woman who enjoys my attention? I think of watching her walk and gazing at her body when she moves. Will she love to see the desire in my eyes and feel my touch so often on her body. I wonder if she will love my fingers running through her hair and a hundred other ways I'll find to express my affection.

I wonder if she lives, a woman who desires this battered old form. A lady who feels desire for this man who inhabits this body.