Does not mean I am a *****.
Yes, ******* is fun. Bianca tells me so,
Greg too, and his crew.
You think so,
we all do, but I want more.

It all starts the same, with an ordinary encounter.
She starts with her name and where she's come from.
I want to hear about her life;
her home/ her heart.
You know that saying.

I can feel curiosity filling me,
The ropes of our bond tighten with each word.
I ask him questions, just to hear him speak.
I stare deep; behind his eyes, undivided.

His company gives me purpose,
Gives me ecstasy.

I can see her everything.
The walls she's built, tore down to rebuild;
The preciousness of what she protects.

We are nothing but human.
We need love, companionship, friendship.
That does not make me a *****.