I’m happy living alone.
But sometimes I think
It’d be nice to come home
To someone who cared.
Someone to cuddle
To love and to hold
To nurse when she’s sick
And to warm when she’s cold.
To stroke till she ‘d purr
Like a nice kitty cat
Or we’d sit at the table
And just have a long chat.
We’d stand at the sink
And wash dishes together
And look out the window
And remark on the weather.
To be friendly with
And occasionally read to.
And often we’d talk,
And sometimes we’d argue.
And sometimes we’d go
To bed just to sleep.
But others we’d fuck
(I’d go in hard and deep)
And sometimes we’d be tender
And slowly make love
With my member inside her
As snug as a glove.
But I come back to earth
And know this is a must:
I can’t ask for those things
Till I re-learn how to trust.
