My heart beats not for lust,
My heart beats for fear.
Fear of the strange man,
Who might throw a knife, suddenly
Fear of the woman,
Who might turn me in to the cops after confession
Fear of the sudden failure of performance
Anxiety grips my loins,
Like a leopard on an antelope’s neck.
stifling blood flow
Wife packs her cloths,
My woman is gone – Bob Marley