Confessions of a sexoholic

I’m an utter sexoholic
Obsessively erotic
Definitely psychotic
Potentially hypnotic

My brain is chaotic
My charm is exotic
I’m majorly neurotic
But have YOU fucking got it?

I tell all the men I meet
Exactly what I want
They all say they can do it
In reality, they never can

I’m fed up of being let down
And left feeling like I’m the only one
In this silly shitty world
I just need a “real” man!

And when I say real man
I don’t mean beards and boyish charm
I mean someone whose quite effeminate
In touch with their emotions, at the very least

Why is it so hard to ask for?
Why is it so hard to find?
There must be atleast someone out there
Looking for the same as I am?

I want you, I need you
I crave you, I feel you
And yet you’re always just out of reach
Tell me, why is that so?

Am I missing some big question?
Missing some big clue?
Where the fucking goddamn are you?
This yet to be met mystery man…