The difference between us,
Is that he wants soft pink skin
And I want heartfelt words.

He wants fresh flesh,
I want the oldest tale, the one that ends with
“They all lived…”
But there is no happy, ever.

He just wants to **** me

I adopted the mantra.
I made my friend recite it
Until it sank in.
But then it sank too far
And now lies buried, hopefully irretrievable,
Waiting for resurrection.

He just wants to **** me

And after, he would easily abandon
No second thoughts,
No shining words
No happy ever.
After, he would leave me
Utterly alone.