A Rare Urge
It was my burning distress, what a mess, a life of love
Raw, eager and recycled skin; denying my urges from
You heavy breath on my thighs, you get a rise
My awaiting flesh-taken by surprise
Been many, many years since Ive been made love to,
Been many,many years with a passion to.
Knowing you want me but would not be my only,
Is that a stranger to you, utmost monogamy?
I choose my lovers being picky all the while
I want a man to make me smile
Donot just climb in bed with me, No
I want true, emotional intimacy and honesty.