"Turn off the light, baby" she asked so tenderly. "I ain't in shape like i used to be" "But baby you know I like looking while I am loving you! I want to see you. All of you in your natural beauty." "Baby please..." she asks. So as the light goes off we make love to a symphony on oneness in a harmony so sweet and replete with sensual pleasure, as angels herald the beauty of our bliss and what they miss for God only gave this to his humanity. As we laid she whispers, "talk to me!" Inside I cry "turn off the lights!" As she tenderly stokes my head she comforts me waiting for...... the right words to fall from my lips the right words to the whispered of our love the sensual expressions of intimacy but I am afraid I cry inside "turn of the lights!" And she still want's to look. To see me. "I love you!" she says so intimately. With a hesitant tremble of my very soul I whisper "I love you too..." know that this light of love is too bright for the very thing I so desired I fear. I fear this love, a reciprocal love. an enduring love, and eternal love because I have never had a love like this before and I it scare me for I don't feel I deserve it I can't have it but why not "turn off the lights" my soul cries. I do not know but this light is so bright penetrating my macho ego - darkness illuminating my chauvinistic mind - darkness infiltrating my selfish soul - darkness soothing my lonely spirit - darkness but I am comfortable. safe in my foolish state. "I want to share your world, your life, because I love you" she speaks into my bare chest. So I hit the light switch and welcomed her into me.