I'm not sure why people love *** so much Maybe I haven't had the right partners Maybe I'm too insecure to enjoy it That's most likely my problem Or maybe it's just overrated Every time I'm in bed Attempting to crawl out of my shell And give pleasure to my lover I just want it to be over I'm so preoccupied with being ashamed of myself And embarrassed Obviously I'm my own worst enemy But *** isn't that enjoyable for me I only like to give I rarely allow myself to receive I guess everyone else out there Is having enough *** for me
Wrote this some time ago...I didn't think it was really a poem, but more of me just thinking out loud. Hopefully one day, with confidence, I'll be able to enjoy *** like the rest of the world.