Hooking Up

Love they say is obsolete
Emotions are a bore.
“Hooking up” is all we need
A tumble on the floor.

You may call me 13
I shall call you 24.
No names are needed when we hook
Just numbers to keep score.

You shall bring the condom
I will take my pill,
We’ll be each other’s ”little ipod”
Finding our own thrill.

Still there may be a complication
For couples linking parts.
Some may have a problem
Keeping out their beating hearts.

Once the heart starts beating
Your vision changes, too,
You may see the other person,
A perfect match for you.

No longer do you want to share
You want to be the “one”
Not for just a day or two,
But with every rising sun.

It is a flaw in our design.
No matter how we train our parts,
Emotions still will make us prey
To gambles of the heart.