Sex
Let me ask a question
To any man that will listen
there must be something
I don't know,
something that I am missing,
For every man in my life
is sick and twisted
does it start when your born
or when the word
'sex' is first mentioned
For every guy I come across
has the same delusion
where they find themselves
in a fantasy, an illusion
where no mater the situation
no always means yes,
and every thought they have
has to be about sex
Where there is love there is lust
an un quenching amount
but even when you sound innocent
and sweet
that word is all they think about,
So honestly if my quest
of a man so nonlustful
is unending
I'd rather sit in the side lines
with my mind mending
as my conversation is bending
in to a wire of lust
where every situation
calls for the statement,
"We must."
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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