Maybe it is just my
Contorted mind
But every time I think
Of *** with a man
I think of pain
And crying with screaming
Alongside ****** sheets
And torn shirts
With my own demented
Version of my reflection
Underneath yelling
Only in my head
Oh dear god make this stop
With grunts in my ear
And sweat that is everywhere.

It hurts.
So I'm sorry.
My answer is still no.