I lay flat on my back
waiting for it to be over
but I want to still feel it
the rawness of my body being used
there is a certain romance in it
an addiction to being wanted.

Have you ever felt enthralled?
Shaken, surprised, mystified?
Proud, sad, relieved?
I feel them all at the same time
because of the way he feels
because of the way it makes me feel
because of the way I think it makes me feel
because I don't know how it really feels.

I am no ******.
Throw me in front of the pope
flames will burst on the floor
but I have no real feeling of it
I just like being wanted
I just like thinking its love
when I'm really pure to the thought.