I want to **** other people
Just once, I swear (maybe twice)
I want to see another ****
For God’s sake!
Yours gets old
It’s great, but it gets old

I want to feel a different feeling
This one’s gone stale
It “hmmmm’s” and “hawwwwwhhhh’s”
And meanders, slowly
Like sticky syrup
Over old grandma pancakes

I want to feel a fire
But not just in my crotch
(that would be weird)
but right in my soul!
Is the soul made of fire?
Heck, I don’t know!
But I’d like to find out

I still want you here, however
Because I love you more than
Life itself
And more than
All the stars
And you’re my best friend
Without whom, I would be
A lost dog, wandering
Eating garbage and
Howling at the moon

Do you want to try polyamory?