Jane, age 16
Harsh, mostly with herself
Love and compassion avalable for all
But she doesn't need any
At least not to her own knowledge
She's always fine
Nothing can tear her down
Perhaps that's the reason
Why at age 21 she mainly gets off on herself
At age 16 you see
She gave herself away
No regrets to this day
Well at least she never thinks about it

The boyfriend, really good for nothing
Honestly, a charity case
Yet she saw something good in him
He was very cunning though
(In a good way of course)
As her passions drove her up the wall
He turned away: let me sleep
Knowing that next day
She was unstoppable
And he didn't have to work that hard
She'd do all the work
And he got to witness the spectacle

Age 21: not tonight honey
I have a headache.
The truth is that nothing pleases her
She'll help herself in the shower.
When he touches her
It is not the touch of love
It is desire, not for her
But his own relief
Minimum time invested
But then again
How could he know what she likes
Or find pleasure with her
She's nervous and impatient all the time
She doesn't know what she likes

But he doesn't notice
He like her, never made love
He drifts away in his own fantasy
She puts all her energy in trying
Trying not to let him down.
She's made him feel
like he's not good enough before
Although she can't figure out why
Why the moaning wasn't a sign
Naturally she was faking it
Like she always does
And all along, the reality is
They are simply using each other
For stressrelief