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Is it weird that I don't want to have sex again until I truly come to know my one and only love?
I mean I get lust, how fun and wild it is
It's not that I didn't enjoy the random girls I spent the night with
In fact I got highly intoxicated on just teasing them up to the point that they urged me to stick it in
To the point where they were dripping wet
Till the point that my bed was covered in our sweat
It always brought pleasure to me ears to hear how they would moan
It was always different, it was like listening to a variety of elegant symphonies
Additionally I yearned to drive them so wild that we'd both get completely lost in the moment, in each other
Roughly or passionately going at it
It didn't matter
So long as we drew towards the peak,  reaching the climax
But in the end I couldn't always help but feel like I've wasted my time because they would leave me feeling empty
There was no true connection
This isn't so much poetry, it's just a confession
I want something more than random, meaningless sex