Young men tend to rush headlong
Through every given task;
They often rabbit to an end
When they should stop and ask...
They hasten in some sort of race,
Unknown to stop and linger,
When She'd prefer Her curves be traced
By gentle, loving fingers...
Smart women look for older men,
Who know, yet will learn new,
What things each time,
As if the first,
To please Her they must do...
My motto is a question
That's oft survived strong tests;
"My Lady, what would please you most?
Do tell; I'll do the rest!"