They say that they can live without sex
They say life each day is just fine
They say they don’t feel at all vexed
But each night they have a glass of wine
Deep inside I clinch then flex
Why do I still desire sex?
I want the feel of lips so much
In places only I now touch
Hands to squeeze then pinch
Will only sense a small flinch
Why am I not like they?
Why do I crave every day
Touch that does not come my way
Why must I continue this way?
I will live without sex that’s true
But life is empty without you
I have to keep my mind from there
Stop wanting so much not to despair
I wait aching to be touched
Feel fingers caress part slip in
In my mind he waits for me
In the dark when I sleep
I am not like they, I am only me