Sex
Sex
is one of the greatest acts of your life
It got you here
by a pair
of freak monsters
You may prefer to call them
Mummy and Daddy
But here you are
breathing, thinking,
moving about in the world because of it
And now you want it too
all the damn time
Are you sure?
It changes your life forever
Forever
[you know that apple thing]
And when you’re in it,
you know in it
Watch out
Because it seems
When we have it
Where we have it
How we have it
How it’s had upon us
Why we have it
How we struggle with
holding onto it or not
Who we tell or don’t tell
If we’re having it or not having it
Why we’re not having it
And when we had it last
Is everybody’s fucking business
Or so it seems
Well,
let me just say this
If you’re gonna have it,
and you're gonna have it
be careful about it
Near-misses
Infections
Disease
Death it brings
Sorrow, anger
Pain, a sheet stain
OK let's look on the bright side
Also joy, fantasy
Fun and ecstasy
It brings life
which is a gift
It brought you her
and you're a gift
Sometimes we’ve had enough
Or so we tell ourselves
Until we get it, and
We’re addicted all over again
We possess and obsess about it
Chase it daily
We want it all the time
or is that just men?
You know, what they say right
men think about it every 7 seconds
and women have like 7 orgasms everyday at work
or maybe that's just a woman I know
so who's really having more fun
men or women
7 secs
You know,
I’m thinking about it now
As I read this poem to you
And you’re either wanting it,
or not wanting it, too
And maybe you’re thinking about me and you
Or not
I’m cool with that
hmm sex
It creates a bond
Tears us apart
Exposes us
Makes us feel powerful
Surprises, shocks
Takes and gives
It makes us run away
And stay around
It finds us lost
And it’s like we’re found
(Exhale) ya got a cigarette
It has us questioning everything else
Makes us think of nothing more
Brings us shame
And glory
Gives us a story
A truth and a lie
An alibi
It’s dirty and nasty
Soft and demure
It’s a trade, profession
[Tobago summer boys, Tobago summer boys]
A duty, a chore
It has us on an endless search
And makes us say I do
It keeps us up late at night
And puts us fast to sleep
We sometimes wonder, can’t it get any better
Or why it’s so damn sweet
We want it with others
And ourselves
We’re not always discreet
On the bed, in the car
At your granny's house
In the shop, on the bus, in the park
Some like it in the light
Some, only in the dark
Others want you to watch them
On their webcam [you gotta pay]
Or from their window [uh uh you gonna pay]
We love to hear others are getting it
We hate to hear that too
And when you don’t talk about it
We wanna know…what you do
Man, I choke d chicken
What else, shhh
We wanna know for sure
If you like girls
or boys
or girls and boys
or boys and boys
or girls and girls
or boy-girls and trans girls
and bi girls
Do you want it strange
Or normal noise
With costumes and toys
I gotta question
No judgment, no judgment
How come more straight men
are getting their butts licked?
Erogenous? Erogenous
hmm must be the porn in my inbox
Sex tells us who we are
And says nothing at all
A noun, adjective, a verb
Sex, sexy, sexting
We confuse it
for other things
Take it for granted
Expect a ring
Have it rough
Play it sweet
Be an ape
All hands and feet
With sex we play
You know what we play
The power card
The make-up card
The trap you card
The like you card
The hate you card
The get back at your best friend card
The I’m feeling depressed card
The high card
I’m horny as hell card
I’m bored as fuck card
I don’t even need a card I just want it card
Cards
Ain't you tired of playing cards
What about love
What about that
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