Intercourse
INTERCOURSE
I confess I always found
Any attempt at true contact
Rather anxiety-provoking
(Not that I could not
Camouflage that pretty well)
Never had much tolerance
For fatuous role play
In later years however
The problem has lessened
It’s not that I cured the anxiety
But that I so rarely encounter
Anyone who is capable of contact
Even should I feel the desire
Posted on August 1, 2015, in Prose With Pretensions and tagged Anxiety, Disappointment, Life, Relationships. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Honest.
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I shall take that as a compliment. Thank you. 🙂
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