Mystery doesn't do it for me
Fantasy and role play are so banal
You know what's really rare?
The vulnerable truth
I never did get grown up games
Why we put on a mask
To capture a mate
It's such a fruitless pursuit
Reality seeps in eventually
And there's always a loser
When the one you want
Isn't the one you have
You know what gets me wet?
When my parter opens up
When they show what's real
When I see their exposed belly
There are a million reason
Two people might not match
Why make it harder
With lies and obfuscation
So...I'm gonna be the real me
And keep sorting through the fakers
Hoping to find a sweet and real guy
who'll share his warm vulnerable heart.