Celibacy
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Intimacy is foreign to me
It’s the company that I long for
It’s the friend who knows
My needs
And no
I don’t mean
Laying down on this pillow, staring at the wall
Thinking about how often pleasure has made me fall.
Like my first sexual boyfriend, he was a con
Cause I told him I didn't want sex and he STILL got some.
My body seems to resist my mind
I knew this journey wouldn’t be easy
Temptation awaits me at every turn
In the back of my mind I feel that
I have the strength to overcome
