Lonely

The difference, I've heard said is that a woman will
give sex to get love while a man will fein love to get sex.
Who really knows? We just come and go. But if you actually
"fall in love" how do we shove it aside when all
is not well? I wish you knew me as I know who I think I am. But
beauty of form was left off my list and age is an inevitable
thing to resist......but I bring prose and heart that I
thought would start a kindling of flame. But it's just
brings a sort of shame. Like the last one chosen for the game
or the last drawn name for a dance or the one left alone. Women
give the most pleasurable of all things to men who mostly
would rather be anything but beholden to that fact...because
the ones of us that would so desperately appreciate any
touch even misunderstood that would give that fleeting
moment of self soft placeurance that we aren't to be left out
of life entirely..............why do we hurt each other
so? Where do we come and go but right back to the primal desire
of being cradled near each others fire.......Than why
do the nights stay so cold?

 

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