Sexual Addiction ( Woes of a Sex Addict)

He wasn’t shown much love growing up.

Love might have come into his life for awhile.

But only a temporary residence bearing shady

gifts of pain and regret. As he drifted from

the arms of Suzanne, Joan, Christine and Love.

Trading places to masturbate his ego,

crafty thoughts and manipulative ideas

to caress his carnal distress.

He developed a new perception of love.

A love borne through throngs of passion.

A fleeting desire in its succulent form making him whole.

His own satisfaction through moments of distress.

Delusions of love are passed over for lust and sex.

The only love he knew was between the legs of a female.

A lifetime of sexual frustrations and steamy sessions.

Juggling lust and infatuation in between corridors, the

back seat of his car, hotels, motels and convenient spots

just to feel good. His house became his sexual address.

Sexual addiction logic, leading to contradictions.

Playing out feelings based on his desires.

Thinking with his penis.

I love you, so I will fuck you good.

I love you, so I will fuck you and all your friends too.

Feed women his penis and expect them to show

gratitude by falling to their knees.

Public service penis laced with a swansong.

A flirtatious ego creeping in between female lavatories.

Slipping into rooms so smooth and sultry, lips tepid and syrupy.

The stench of free pussy, fresh as that first drool on a pillow in the morning.

Checking o’er his shoulder just to make sure he isn’t being watched.

Peeking through key holes just to ensure that the coast is clear.

Fucking without discrimination; Single women, married women, old women

Sick women, young girls of different races, chaste, creed, tribe, height and size.

Picking up different women from social media, churches,

movie theatres, shows, the streets, shopping malls and

even funerals. Sexual addiction logic, widows are easier to fuck.

Mocking the beautiful female photos printed on tombstones,

engraved with the words “Rest in peace” in concave lettering.

Caressing his fantasies, replaying sex movie scenes…

Of sexual fetishes, orgies and ménage a trois.

Jerking off to random females and pornographic

material incase his sexual needs cannot be sated.

Every female is a potential slave to his sexual fortress.

Every woman is a prisoner in his carnal penitentiary.

Playing out logic underneath his loins, using sex as a weapon.

In a game of lust and sex, an illusion of love calculated by

orgasms. Seething for random females…

Searing like the steaming sexual session he always embraces

Satisfying him, a moment’s happiness.

A day’s frustration as his penis itches,

palms are sweaty, he is panic stricken and his blood

pressure rises. A sickness that he can’t fathom.

His thoughts are altered, night sweats, night mares and

mood swings become a haunting.

He is a slave to sex, solitary confinement for a man

bound in chains because of his addiction.

A man who can’t control his sexual urges and desires.

He is irritable and miserable.

Sexual urge beckons, the clarion call for sexual addiction.

He turns and looks around, there in a tight short skirt

speaking on a mobile phone stands his next victim.

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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