Casual Sex

I want to have sex, he says.
With you, I say.
What, he says, blank.
Say, I want to have sex with you, I say.
Make me feel like a person.
Show me I'm more.
More, he says, but doubtfully.
Yes, more.
More than just a faceless voiceless warm body.
More than a temporary plug for the void inside you.
The void you want to move into me,
To make me a creature of your wants, your needs.
Casual sex is okay, I say.
But take me out to dinner first.
And give me cuddles after.
Make love with me, I say.

Casually.