Can we not talk about sex?
For one full conversation at least?
Can we just be friends?
Without you staring at my lips and breasts?
Are you only interested in me when I am undressed?
Do you know I can do so much more than whisper moans and whine my waist?
Do you know I love music and odd pets?
Do you know I love Rum and Raisin chocolate?
And I am really not afraid of death. Does it matter to you whatever I have to say?
Can you even remember my second name?
Or is it always about the hunt and chase?
Does it always have to be about sex?