Misconseptions
To the world
I am a player
flirtation just a means to an end
and that end is my bed
just a statististic of my generation
using sex for play
a trinket for entainment
To my friends
it's a running joke
the denials just being fuel
to my devilish desires
I'd bed one
if they just said yes
and sate my lustful fire
To me
It is preperation
practice for something greater
a way to ease fear of denial
and soothe nerves for the true trial
Sex is never just sex
It's love on display
A show of complete trust and adoration
between two hearts at play
This poem is about:
Me
My community