So you say many would love to have me? Have me, for what? You say this so easily, it just flows, like from your gut. And I think, certainly you couldn't have truly known what it meant to be as one, another heart to claim your own. It was never merely physical, but for you, it ended up that way. The only thing that remained, that linked us was as we lay together, and it wasn't really you, just your body, this man was a stranger, an impostor. You still wanted me to say I can. Because it hurt when I couldn't, cause all you felt was wouldn't, instead of knowing we shouldn't. If this is what I am wanted for, no thankyou. I wasn't a harlot when you opened the door, and still not after you closed it.