When you're born a man, it comes with expectations.
There's an outlook that's been passed down the generations.
And make no mistake, I can take charge when needed.
But as a result sometimes I feel my needs go unheeded.
They never tell you is how tiring "being strong" can be.
It's enough to drive me nuts, to want to pack up and flee.
And it's not like the people in my life do not care.
But despite all their efforts, it's still so much to bear.
As a result, i find myself with a single modest desire.
To find someone to hold me, to be wanted by her.
A spontaneous embrace, a loving kiss on my cheek.
I want a chance to not be a man, but just to be meek.
Of course there are other things to which I fantasize.
But as far as I'm concerned, it's the care that's the prize.
To have may hair stroked and be told it's okay.
To have that for myself, no price I wouldn't pay.
This, deep down, is something so many men want.
Someone to take charge, not a trophy to flaunt.
It's hard to live with, to see no future but toil.
To say men need no care throws my soul into turmoil.
And for that I seek a someone of aggressive flirtation.
Yet nonetheless is fond of caring, gentle domination.
I fully recognize in truth that I am owed no such thing.
But I can still hope, even if it ends up no more than a fling.
I do not wish to sound needy, to guilt you or such.
I am just venting my want for a soft, gentle touch...
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in, Off My Chest
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