I woke up one day in my late twenties
And the warm body by my side
Was just a hollow reminisce of my old ways
Friends with benefits had no more profit
I sat there
Staring at my longing
Wishing my cure was a kiss away
But my emptiness felt even fuller
And I prayed
I prayed and prayed
Oh Lord, let me fuck
Let me fuck just for the sake of it
But no, romanticism turned off all the intentions
Love
Eros whispered in my ear
I yelled at my brain:
What kind of fuckery is this?
It stared right back at me
Unaffected by my plead
I try to insist
I wander around double looking at men
Measuring them by inch
Perversion in every pore
I transpire fire
Come closer and you’ll see
It’s all bullshit
Love has hit me
No exclusivity on the longing
Forget the perfect-lover list I wrote that Saturday afternoon
It's just the idea
The concept of sharing intimacy with complicity
Nakedness that’s not only skin
Much more
All the stuff within
And it only frustrates me to know better
To watch myself watching them
The men
Wishing their taste could be my medicine
That bottle is empty
If I were to head their direction
I’d walk right through them
You grew up little girl
Look at the woman in the mirror
