Please, touch me, I pray.
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
I miss you in waves and tonight I’m drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you’re the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.
I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do — to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms, really? I think all they do is project a limited and harmful image of people. It thus impedes a broader social acceptance of what someone, or a group of people, might actually be like.
Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first.
To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.