And don’t I know

The ways you capture me?

You control me—your thoughts

Direct me and I’m drunk on

You.

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But my soul is tearing

And I don’t know how to fix it—

I need more.

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Lust is fine and dandy, baby,

But you started me on intimacy and

I guess I got spoiled

Like sour milk.

This sucks.

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I can’t subsist on a diet of your

Say-so’s—I may be submissive,

But I have my pride

About me and my womanly

Desires and right now

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I need more than sex with an

Object—I need to be made love

To by a man.