Moan

looking down at the top of your head,
I could count your hairs,
if it werent for the writhing of my hips.
Trying so hard to please me ,
yet not getting results.
I know if I told you "Stop"
you would feel a failure,
somehow dimisnished as a man.
So I moan, because it does feel good,
           and
             because
               its not gonna happen
                   no matter how much I moan