Maybe it is not 'love' that I crave.
Maybe it is simply touch.
Touch of skin on skin
Lustful and hot.

It is true
I believe that lustful want
Is as natural as eating or sleeping.
I cast off those who think it disgusting.

So maybe my body cries
Not for a companion in the darkness
But for a lover to explore
To fufill me and to be fufilled.

Or maybe not.
Maybe I want both
The kind feeling in a love
The ecstasy in a lover.

Nothing wrong with that,
I think.
Though I want these things,
I am still as immature as a ****** flower.