I know you will never be sweet to me.
I know that you don’t have love in your heart.
But at least I know it at the start.
I know you don’t think I’m beautiful.
And that I won’t know how soft your hands might feel.
Tenderness is not part of the deal.
I know that you want to corrupt me if you can.
I must be good enough for your lust,
or perhaps its easier with someone you trust.
I know what I am not.
I think, when you take me, I’ll be all right
with the fact that you want me for only one night.