We Crave Sexually Frustrated Empathy Forged in Monogamous Promiscuity

Bodies bump, grind,

Long days worked, unwind.

Take me in your arms and 

Hear me roar like a sex ferret!

We're not that close,

membranes melt together,

two become one -- BULLSHIT.

We're not that close.

I'm just buried inside of you,

membrane all aglow

Like the lights would be

if I wanted to remember your face.

You're my little cigarette

Inhalation of sweet release

I blow as I exhale.

That's all I needed you for.

Want romance? Too late.

It died with chivalry, an

idiotic fallacy livid in youth. 

I used to believe in chivalry:

Gallant hero stealing the scene.

Then I realized Juliet had Romeo,

Cleopatra her Antony, Adam his Eve.

Mommie Dearest made the latter

painstakingly clear with reforged

visions of the perfect world according 

to the visions of one man among many

who said two men could not lie together

lest they become beasts and fall from their steeds

in the passions and intimacies of foul deeds.

I am chivalry run astray:

I'll open doors, buy roses,

sing you to sleep,

but don't expect my love.

Not anymore.

I crave the innocence of children's eyes.

I yearn for that peaceful ignorance

found buried in Legos in the back of my closet

where I emerged, blinking into a field

of rainbows and unicorns,

the words "totally straight"

scattered on my bedroom floor.

I never had want of the sky,

but I drown in a sea of starlight,

I never wanted the hot, sweaty club scene,

but I got hooked like a cigarette fiend.

All I wanted was pure, unadulterated,

hot, steamy, monogamous cuddling

in the throws of my one true love.

Then, chivalry died.

Then, I lost it: the card. 

The card.

It wasn't sweet kisses,

it was penises everywhere.

Slide, bump, easy, now slow.

Faster, faster, faster!

Love me like THAT!

Through your membrane all aglow,

lights off, sheets down with your head.

Oh God! JUST LIKE THAT: Sonic -- boom.

We crave sexually frustrated empathy

forged in your -- slate grey eyes

your alabaster skin all aglow.

All we got was one night

and the promise of never. 

Where is my knight in dull monogamy?

Lost in the sunset of Amber skies.