i'm capable of lust-
surely that's been proven true,
but am i merely lusting
when i gaze at you?

i feel my baser instincts
may have overtaken me before
and now, to some, i have
the reputation of a *****;

but now i smile at your names
and dream about your faces-
and ***** i may be, as i sit
planning visits to all these places.

if i am such a *****,
overtaken by my lust,
why am i heartbroken when
you all leave me, as you must?

silly little ***** i am,
and drowning in that name;
my loves shall ever be my loves,
though they treat me as a game.