you call that thing casual.
but is it really? actually?
be honest with me.
don’t you feel that it’s gradually
growing beyond sexual?
cos that first thought you had in the morning…
wasn’t it her scent on your bedding?
wasn’t it the image of her, smiling?
weren’t you wondering about the things she wasn’t saying?
and didn’t you check your phone, wishing…
she would just text you
she’d ignore all the taboo
cos she was falling into
deep feelings she can’t undo?
and you so wished that was true
cos that’d mean you’re not alone
all that chemistry wasn’t just hormones
casual my ass, this is full blown
capital L-word zone.
and yes, yes, i hear you groan.
still insisting it was all casual
the understanding’s mutual
getting together is irrational.
but God, how much she makes you primal.
and yet you stay in denial.
just think about it. you love her wit,
her body’s the perfect fit,
she knows how to submit,
your thoughts, your jokes, she gets it.
if only she can commit…
right?
and you can tell me to shut
and shove it up my butt
cos these questions are getting nuts.
but i bet you can feel it in your gut
that this is not that clear-cut.
so… still insisting it was all casual?
consensually temporal?
then let me put you on trial.
if this is all just purely sexual
why does being with her feel so visceral?
