Is this what it felt like being penetrated,
enduring until my lust was sated,
receiving definitely overrated,
better to give than to receive.
Stranger gone and now self is hated,
If lust was gone I could have waited,
Thoughts of lover's love now abated,
Satisfied now when they leave.
When the hunt begins the loins elated,
Craving mind until body mated,
Surely this isn't what love's fate is,
If only you were to believe.
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