If I was some type of trollop,
I would have had you by now.
Several times in fact.
And if not several, numerous.
I'd have thrown myself at you,
Like some woman possessed.
I would have done my best,
For there to be a physical us.
I would have had you here, had you there.
You name it, we'd have had it anywhere.
If I'd have had you every time I felt the need,
I'm sure parts of your body would have started to bleed.
You'd be worn out. Like I'd probably be.
But there's never been a physical you and me.
I've not touched you there. I've not made your body smile.
And my libido buggered off. I haven't seen it for a while.
25 July 2002