Strangers in my bed

Now that I've had my way with them

What do I do with all these naked bodies in my bed?

After I ravaged them for my pleasure

Wrapped them up in my desire

The epitome of my humanity

Do I tell them?

Inform them of these rude violations?

Would they hate me then?

Or will they feel flattered?

Now that I've had my way with them

What do I do now with my disinterest? They clutter my bed at night

Longing for what they've known before

And I pleasure them out of boredom

Do I tell them?

Kick them out of my bed?

Would they hate me then?

Or would I be free?