He knows me by name!

Barely a whisper… he calls Me by name, so soft, yet Big and strong, ever so present, Watching my every move. Don’t look his way; you’ll catch a glimpse like A window into his soul. You’ll see sweetness, and smoothness, and Spicy delights… Beckoning you to come near. Just One step… then another… You reach out… Touching hardness, abrupt angles and Strength. Forever desiring your touch, calling forth his inner sins. I’m tempted, oh yes! But I’ll be strong, I’m committed… A bit wistful, I walk away… sure I’m doing right… leaving… That vending machine in my dust!