There may be
Pleasure in
Making love
But I'm content with
Loving and being loved
Friends to care for
Who care for me
      
All I really need I
Already have
Mine
Couldn't want more
Content in what
Already
Is
      
Why risk the
Troubled waters of
Sexuality
Take the chance of
Bringing pain
Turmoil
Torture
     
Thinking back to my
Times with
Lovers
Brings only
Memories of
Hell
Damnation
      
Such a miserable time
Filled with
Horror
Don't ever want to
Go back to hell
Ever relive that
Experience
     
Finally found
Happiness
Joy
Never want to
Lose this time
Friends bringing me
Love
      
What more could one
Long for
Strive for
Pleasures I've
Found in now I
Never dreamed I'd
Find
     
Never want to
Go back to those
Ways
Can't even deal with the
Memories of those
Days
Nights
      
Friends bringing me so
Much more than a
Lover ever did
Why spoil now with
Thoughts of ways that
Bring
Grief
     
Learned to forget sex
Able to satisfy
Myself
Taking care of all my
Desires
Slipping it to
Myself
      
So I've put away my
Desires
Lusts
Sticking to ways that
Bring me
Happiness
Contentment

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