Sex is boring!
There, I've said it.
That's over with, thank God.
I never liked the whole idea
Of sex itself.
I've kept it to myself
For years and years.
Everytime I see it,
Wherever it may be,
I laugh at it
Or jeer at it.
It's overused,
It's expected,
And I'm sick of it.
Why does desire
Have to be defined
By sex?
Who came up with that?
And how am I supposed
To understand it,
I, who only had
A negative concept of it?
Who was never taught it?
And could be dangerous,
Were I to apply it?
It's just kissing,
And taking each other's
Clothes off.
How can that be exciting?
I'd rather see scenes of war
Or pie baking
Than watch sexual nonsense.
Is it possible to have love
Without the need for sex?
If such is true,
Tell me all about it.
This whole idea of sex
Confounds me to no end.
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