I mess around with lonliness often. He's always there though. I'm not sure I keep the name in track; twenty six letters with millions of mixtures. Colors a fairly safe way to go, but i can never recall between brown, or blue, or green.
Either way
your lips taste sweet, your tongue thick in my mouth and although your touch sometimes vague, it has me trembling with bittersweet satisfaction.  
May I? Can I have your heart? Everything I said, I meant it.
I thuink I caught your tongue tied once or twice, or maybe I just lost your...
soul
         heart
                      love
                               empty blank, nothing
whatever it is you give in return with your emaculant act, unless, of course...
You've gone cold
      once again
  like before....
odds say, "YES!"
We love to play these games
over
and
over
and
over
I suppose, it's because the sexual appetite keeps its fuel in disregard?
Maybe once we could fuel it and not empty the space in between. That's probably crazy talk, Im sorry

Close your eyes, forget names. It's switching with every battle under the covers. Everytime it's still passionate; growing sweet.
Take me, whoever you are,
I am
undoubtfully yours.