No Used Or Borrowed Love

No used or borrowed love, Have I ever sat to wish... From anyone to get. Nor do leftovers sit in my mind, To think I will find them delicious. When I crave for a taste, It stays that way until I am pleased. No one determines for me, My desires or wants. Or what will satisfy my needs. I can hunger for love. But I am not desperate for it. Too many disappointments I have known, To have left me down in the dumps and tested. I can hunger for a kiss. And remember the hugs and touches, I once did get. To take when I had been much younger, For granted. But no used or borrowed loved, Do I wish to value this. As I grow older to age. No matter who perceives I will believe, What they want to share with me... I deserve to be served what they have kept, Preserved, protected and untouched. 'But... Neither one of us is a virgin! ' ~I'm talking about 'my' expectations. Not a point you want to make.~