There are magic circles everywhere I look An embrace, hands woven and intertwined, lips on lips It should stop, it’s distracting, someone could trip! Every time I see them, I’m disgusted and shook
Do it in privacy of home, hang your hat on a hook, Untie shoes, rip shirts, pop buttons and into bed you’ll slip Shimmy pants, past a belt to find the tip Of something … I’ve only read of sex from a book
I think, maybe, I’m just jealous, as I’ve never had this magic Or I am just angry, as why does everyone have what I want? It has danced around me all my life, is it all a taunt? But please, I don't need pity, don’t think me tragic
Maybe, God is saving me for something great And I should just follow given advice and continue to wait
— Anonymous
As always,THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
