Sorry Joyce #15

I think that I shall never see
A man who makes me feel like he

A man whose hungry mouth does kiss
Until this earth is heavens bliss

A man that looks into mine eye
And proclaims a thunderous night is nigh

Upon whose breast my head has lain
My fingers tangled in his mane

A man that loves for his own sake
Who freely caused my heart to break

Such men are loved by fools like me
Can God explain this mystery