Do I

I always say,
I love it.
I always say,
I need it.

But when it comes,
Down to it.
I cannot say,
I seek it.

It follows me,
Everywhere,
Every night,
With every stare.

Those lustful,
Bashful,
Painful,
Stares.

That drive to be here and there.
In a bedroom,
Basement,
Or den.

Sucking,
Biting,
Sadistic men.

I must say I love them,
Say I do,
For if not,
What worth do I hold,
It’s true.