I sit alone to think of life, and ponder what to do.
To wait for just the perfect man, or share it now with you.
Protected from the world around, I've kept it close to me.
I want to know what other's feel, I wish this thing to be.
Afraid of what is sure to come, but longing stirs me deep.
To feel what women everywhere, have dreamed of in their sleep.
For since the world began it's spin, it's been a fact of life.
This thing has been the cause of wars, a constant source of strife.
I wonder if this fear I feel, will cease when I give in.
The fear my life forever more, might crave this lovely sin.
The men I know all say to me, "My dear, let me be first".
My mind and heart are now at odds, my body feels the thirst.
A longing in the depths of me, to know pure ecstacy.
Fights battles long within my mind, which says it's not for me.
I've felt this way for many years, and tears I've shed my share.
When i say no to all the men, they feel that I don't care.
2007-11-18
11:24:01
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