just recently I realised
I look everywhere for sex
each opportunity revealed to me
either simple or complex

ashamed I am, yes quite appalled
the truth be told
your just a feast to me
not a person, not at all
just a source of satiety

I never knew or faced the fact
which one I am not sure
but now I am taken aback
when I see just how I lure

I draw them in on a tongue of lies
my disinterest dressed in angel's wing
with silky skin and flirting eyes
feigning interest to veil the thing

The thing I need, the act I want
who you are matters not
your dreams your wishes your thoughts
be parsley green mental garnish

I am interested in just one thing
the heat a moment of fire
once well fed I need you less
I will no longer desire

So sorry I am
if I have offended
I did not know at all
but now I do so I tell you now
I understand if you do not call

09/13/2005

Author's Note: bunk I know but truth has to be left somewhere to see...

Posted on 09/13/2005
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