What if he's...normal?

What if he's normal?
What if there's no spice in his soup?
What if he calls and I can't answer to something as pure and empty as the wind?

What if he's normal?
What if his fancies aren't tickled by the same stars?
What if he looks into the sky and sees a different moon?
One that is featureless, and plain, and safe

What if he's normal?
What if he can't spell kinky and has no interest and learning how?
What if a ball and chain is nothing to him beyond marriage, and I am little more than his partner?

What if he's normal?
What if I have to play pretty for the rest of my life, just to maintain happy?
What if bland is what life requires and there is no escape?

What if he's normal?
What if there's no kink in his wire, or swag in his step?
What if my fantasies were never destined to take shape?

What if he's normal?

What if he's normal?

What if he's normal?




And I am not?