I Can't.

           I Can't.

I just fantasize,

About getting you off,

My mind, it is filled

With desire to be held,

By you,

Only you,

The real and very delicious

You.!

No-one will believe me,

For I have said

This thing, so many times

Before.

What will change?

What will be different?

No-one says it's O.K.

To have loved and lost.

The life till now was

Crooked, and had spurned

This crazy fascination, the game.

The one I can't,

Ever seem to win.!