Wild Horses Couldn't Drag Me Away

Can I be your wild horse? he asks.

Do you know what you are asking? I say.

He says, yes... do you know what I am asking?

No, I say,
Either you want to be my pony or
you want me to ride you.
I just have to adjust to the idea of
just using you for sex but not
sleeping all night with you.
It's not a bad thing - I just don't want it to be a short-term thing.

So, tell me what you're asking.

I beg of you - I've wanted you for so long.
I know you have wanted me.
I know you.
But I don't know you.
I don't think it will last,
but that doesn't matter - because
why,
why do I think I'm entitled to a sex life?
It isn't an ordained right, it isn't a godly promise,
It is just lust, it is just desire.
A biological drive, a bent that will get me into more trouble than not.

Chances are I won't take the safe path
I will anticipate your first kiss
I will anticipate your fingers in my lady-stuff
I will anticipate how you hold my hips
I anticipate how you will be deep inside me
I am in you and you in me and we...