Who is this wounded man that has climbed into my bed? His arms wrap around me and hold me like they have before, but something in his strength is weaker. His goodnight not quite as loving as it had been last night. I roll over to face him and kiss his eyes. He lays upon his back and places my hand upon his chest. Whispering in my ear, “what do you feel?” I breathe upon his shoulder, “Your heart.” “I’m only a man, I hurt and need like you,” as he slides my hand down his stomach, ” and right now I hurt and need for you.” Pulling me hard against his side, he kisses along my cheeks and whispers soft into my ear, ” do you want me?” I play my hand against his thigh and place hot kisses on his neck. He groans and grabs the small of my back sliding his hand down as he pulls my leg across his strong hard thighs. I feel him pulse against my skin as his fingers run through my hair and brush on my cheek. I whisper back, “I don’t want you, I hurt and need for you.”