All men are cocks... but not all of them have big ones

This is a first draft:
It's fucking easy for you to say it's just for tonight. It's easy to say you have no feelings for me. It's easy to say it's only physical attraction drawing us together. Well I say 'only'?

Physical attraction is the most powerful force I've ever experienced. The constant need and drive for physical contact is something that makes us human.

The insanity of meshing out lips together; frantically trying to consume each other; constantly touching, caressing, fucking; it's obsessive compulsive when we're together.

Trying to make you smile and the triumph of seeing me succeed. I strive to feel happy and careless but I'm consumed by insecurities, fallibilities, responsibilities.

I don't like being this anxious person you have created. Waiting by the phone, all the joy has seeped out of the world when you're not around. I didn't ask to want you. I didn't ask to be caught up in a game of playing it cool and trying to express my desire.

I just strive for a tiny moment of bliss in my day. I don't care if it's flowers on my bed, a phone call to say 'hi' or fucking diamonds. Just give me some kind of sign that you want me back.

I really just want to get fucked.