Sexually driving,
It's almost a given,
For all the boys,
My age.
Yet I feel so perverted,
Twisted and distorted,
In my own way.
My lust for love,
A starving coyote,
Chasing something too fast.
Each day without love,
In this barren desert,
Brings me to the last.
Hard to chase,
Something that never stays still.
Hard to enjoy a party,
When you know,
That you will pay the bill.
Easy to fall freely,
Into the nearest set of arms.
Easy to forget,
That even poisonous snakes,
Can be charmed.

In the desert,
Endlessly dry.
No water in sight.
Except that...
Mirage.