"Deeper" a poem

Back in college,, I would often say "I don't care about sex. I want something deeper than a vagina." I was in a poetry class and someone suggested I turn that into a poem. Well, I did. Every week, one of the students would submit a poem for the class to read and critique. I used this one. One student complained that she almost got kicked out ot a philosophy class for reading it in the class. It was too vulgar. Maybe she shouldn't so her homework during another class! Anyway, here's the poem called "Deeper", from spring of 2013.

I want meaning.
I want truth.
I want a relationship.
You know,
something deeper,
deeper than a vagina.

I want love.
Something that lasts.
I want something less human
and more angelic.
You know,
something more,
more than lust.

I'm talking marriage and passion.
Not like a cheap f**k
that leaves me empty and guilty.

I want a soul to embrace me.
A woman to chase me.
You know,
something deeper,
deeper than a vagina

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