I know it's there,
In every man.
It's always just a hunger,
Never full love.
Never true caring.
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how long I wait,
They still want it.
Sex.
Is it the dreaded lust,
Or really an expression?
I can't bring myself to accept it.
That’s all they want,
Then I'll be alone,
And they'll be satisfied.
Or will they?
Maybe that one person won't?
Maybe I'll have someone.
No more loneliness.
No more depression.
More love?...
I doubt it…
