It’s on my brain.
I haven’t had enough of it for a long time now.
(There are worse things than celibacy in prison, but I was fortunate.)
I’m a sexual type of person. And it’s two o’clock in the morning. And I want a lover.
The thing of it is, though, that I don’t want just anybody.
Someone said to me recently, “I just want to fuck someone who I actually want to spend time with.”
I’m with that. Trawling Craigslist for casual sex doesn’t appeal to me at all, no matter how horny I am.
I want to fall in love again.
But. but. I can’t. Not now. Not love.
I couldn’t if I would. I wouldn’t if I could.
Oh! What’s a lonely boy to do?