The other night I cried while thinking of having s** with you Not out of desire or shame but some subconscious impulse to feel pain I wiped my tears on my face and neck and the backs of my ears And said “now it's sweat. Now it's sweat. It's sweat now” Just to see you It's such a treasure But when I feel you My flesh yields no pleasure And honey I'm cultured I'm very s** positive So what is this feeling It ain't so positive I can't tell you if I like it I like it What happens if I don't like it? I like you I can't tell you if I like it I like it What happens if I don't like it? It's only Ok, so I've been reading all the s** blogs, and they all talk about how ok it is to be gay and straight and bis**ual and as**ual and have s** however you like. But I don't care about hundreds of hypothetical people and their hypothetical s** deals, I care about me, and my s** deal! What about my problems? Baby my body Constantly betrays me I try to betray it I only hurt myself It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight I can't tell you if I like it I like it What happens if I don't like it? I like it I can't tell you if I like it I like it What happens if I don't like it? It's only It's only s** It's only It's only s** Come on, s**ual desire, speak! I want to hold you tight I want to feel your love physically I want to sleep with you But only in the literal sense I can't tell you if I like it I like it What happens if I don't like it? I like you I can't tell you if I like it I like it What happens if I don't like it? It's only s**!