To which desire do I succumb?
Ever so quickly my needs creep up
And so it goes I urge to numb.

Your melodious floor sounds the same
Every night. I walk through that door &
My heart and soul go back from whence they came.

Strumming in silence you make me weak.
Breathing is effort without you with me, and I long to break your self loathing streak.

In this lifetime...or maybe the next,
We'll be together, unless of course
You decide you'd rather just sext.