Slightly Off Center
Being Single
What was it about me every time I met a girl
Or a woman who was beautiful
In a feminine way,
My imagination began to stray.
I wondered what would it be like
To be between her thighs
And if when having sex with her
Would she sigh
And even close her eyes.
There are many men
Who claim certain parts are the best,
But I want the whole woman.
I say this not in jest.
A partner in lust activity,
Much prettier than me.
I would do on to her what
I hope she do on to me.
Sex and love is said to go hand in hand,
This I’m not sure I understand.
So that no one would be misunderstood,
Until we work this out
I’ll keep my distance
Rather then give more cause for your
Resistance.
I’ll just love you with my eyes
Rather than tell you lies.
When they become swollen and red,
I’ll leave this bar,
It’s home
Alone
And to bed
To dream of things
I can’t have without a promise.
To think three little words
Mean so very much.
Without them,
If we did,
What harm would come to us
How about a peck
And a touch.
Should we know this at the start
With the beating of our hearts.
The soft caress
The pressing of flesh on flesh.
If sex is done in a loving way
There’s no need for a promise
That tomorrow be as today.
Moments are shared
Or spent alone
After we finish our drinks would you like
To come home
And share my bed
And the pillow where I lay my head?
Or will I make my journey
Home alone again?
I’m tired of every
Mary,
Jo
and Ann
That goes from hand to hand.
I’m giving up drinking,
Going to begin my search for one
Who love me
For what I am worth.
I hope the rest of you understand
I want love first
And sex whenever I can
What I once gave out for free
Now is my love partners
Exclusively
© Philip J. Rappa 1981
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