Why is sex shit?
I mean no, it’s not the action bit,
Not the action bit that’s shit.
But the feeling bit, that comes after it,
That’s shit.
I want the feeling of sex,
Without the feelings of it.
Why can’t I be with him,
Without wanting to be with him?
Why is it, the two things I want to separate
Run in parallel, mixed up, entirely intricate?
I want to disassociate.
This feeling that is oh so great.
With the feelings that only make me irate.
Why when my vagina meets a penis
Does my brain do this?
Sorry was that too crass?
I mean when his knighthood travels down my sacred pass.
No that’s just awkward
How do I sum up this feeling?
What is the word?
Other than fucking absurd?
Yeah you heard me,
It feels fucking absurd!
I want to rip out my insides
And mash them to a pulp.
So, you can view how it feels
To me, my pride.
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