I had the opportunity to have sex tonight.
He whispered into my ear in perfect english, "Wanta go to my bedroom?"
After he told me I have such a "hot butt" while giving it a nice pat.
It was easy to smack his hand away.
It was easy to say no.
It's not sex alone that I crave.
But the touch of the man I love.
Whom doesn't crave my touch, but any.
Whom I'm not supposed to love anymore.

It's okay lou, I'll get there.

But for now I'm f*cked.