Outward love

The strings of my love are coloured.
They dangle down and touch that pond of emotion...
Most men wish they didn´t have.
My outward love radiates shamelessly.
Engulfs the smart well groomed girls and even the...
Troubled ones.
I love the feeling but can´t look at myself.
The noise in my heart.
The passion in my breath.
An azure ocean to set the scene.
For a seismic revelation in a wet dream.
How many sleeping beauties were there to share it with me?