Casual Sex

The title pretty much say's it all. Old poem, haven't had time to fix it up

Casual Sex

It starts with a few drinks
or maybe a look or a touch
Then you start to think,
"Who needs love, when you can have lust?"
You plot, you plan, hmmm.........
What to do next
Afterall, it could be great sex
You begin to ignore the voice in your head,
the one screaming, "What the fuck are you thinking?"
"Go home, go to bed"
Instead you say to yourself,
"Fuck it, what the hell"
Clothes and inhibitions begin to fly, oh well
You lay back, smile to yourself, you were right
It was great, at least it was that night
You wake up feeling more used than elated
Now casual sex seems highly overrated.
Last night is over and now you are home
Suddenly you realize, you are still all alone.


Written 2003