Is his appetite voracious
and the things he wants to do salacious?
Does his hand set your body alight
With a mingling of excitement and fright?

Tell me about his deep sparkling eyes:
Full of intrigue or utter surprise?
What about his long, smooth tongue;
does it evoke passion you thought would go unsung?

Is he a finer man than I?
Can he please you and tease you and take you high?
Is his urge fueled by sheer intensity?
Does his love charge you with bolts of electricity?

Tell me, did you ask him to taste you
the way you desired him to?
And is it the slip of his finger
that makes your lust linger?

What, am I being too crude?
I thought you preferred the tongue lewd.
No, decide whether you want to be a slut.
Decide whether you want your love to be caught in a rut.

You know what, to hell with you both.
You're the one that he chose.
I've been there before, I know how it pans out.
I know he'll screw another without a doubt.

My dear, he's only a man who gets what he wants
with his sexual charisma and with his ambiguous taunts
You and I, we barely fill the void
We are commitments he eventually avoids.