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You tell me
Oh baby we just need
To get it on
You tell me
Sex is what makes us human
I just need to try it
Again, perhaps,
If it did not work the first time
Again
Yeah, again
Sex is what makes us human
I made myself cry
Going into this
Is it not natural?
How can you say you do not want it?
There must
Be something
Wrong
With me
I get drunk and feel strong
I scream in rollercoasters
I cry at movies
I devour books whole
When I write I
Feel free
I am free
I
But sex
Our enjoyment of it
Is what makes us
Differ
From the animals
The animals
Rutting, mindless animals
I do not enjoy it
There must be something
Wrong with me
You say
There must
Be something wrong
With me
Well you see
I like the feel
Of a book’s spine
In my hands
Still unbroken
I like
The taste of orange
Bursting on my tongue
I like when I
Close my eyes
And see
Your face
I like
Wine on a summer’s day
Scott tells me
‘be virtuous’
Will tells me
‘to a nunnery’
Gustave tells me
None of it matters
Do you want to be made love to,
Or do you want to be fucked?
Neither, I say
And you scoff at me
I like
Wine on a summer’s day
The love of my life
Does not like rollercoasters
I do not push
I love rollercoasters
The love
Of my
Life
Does not like wine
Does not like alcohol
I feel
A freak
Going crying
From a doctor’s office
This Obsession
Everyone has
That I do not share
I joke
About it
Even to me
Sex is funny
And I am
Too
Smart-mouthed
To keep it shut
(it is the only smart thing about me)
Sex is funny
When it’s a joke
I like wine on a summer’s day
I like the taste of orange bursting on my tongue
I like the love of my life, their face, their voice, their hair
I like the crack of a book’s spine broken in my hands
I like when I see your
Face
Dear Mary’s creature asked
Is there none in the world like me,
And am I then a monster?
If I could only love
Despite my
‘defect’
If there was only some like me
If I could only love
(it is synonymous with sex
Is it not)
I say
To the love of my life
And they hold me
And remind me
It is not
And you can
And I do