In an episode of Sex and the City the itchy single having bedded the older man
Catches his bare sagging butt on his way to the bath and makes a face
A turn off and it's over, the body view decides
No words exchanged, the poor fellow to this day wonders what he did wrong
And I think of my own bedroom exits, my sweat over what I said
What I did ... when... what if, it's how she see's my body
Anyway, I'll never know I suspect out of kindness
Has any woman ever told her guy your thing is too small
Yet what if it changed, imagine a body preference confessional
More truth, yet more hurt and the end of the white lies that touch the body
What dream, what nightmare is this?

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