I feel a lust
Raw and strong
For something more
Than who I am now.
But don't you see,
It's all so fake,
So selfish.
I'm tired of being innocent
Because this is all just for fun-
I want to use him.
Probably as much as he
Wants to use me.
As long as I don't delude myself
But listen to my body
Demanding
The ineluctable mystery
Of sex.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
