In the presence of bulwarks,
I present myself with love
In the hopes that one will soften,
Perhaps you,
And maybe together we can build a home.
But the tempting, silky, soft, malleable nature of love
Is too intoxicating to leave alone.
So instead of caressing me with your lips,
You sink your teeth in.

It was almost all that I wanted,
And I'll take almost.