Sun, 04/10/2016 - 11:35 -- Adynna

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: 
My community


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