I am a savage sex addict
Good sex verse bad sex
I'll try bad sex again to make sure it wasn't good sex
Relentlessly dishing out pieces of me
No reciprocity to regain the wholeness
I am empty
As empty as a love well run dry
As empty as the devils soul before an angels cry
Yet I cry
Tears drip bland no salty residue
Empty of giving you
Me
Me, the sex addict
So many partners
I lost
Count
Adding the subjectives
Equations overlaying others
PEMDAS arithmetic
To regain
Me
Who has the missing piece?
Spirituality versus religion
I pray for forgiveness
Forgive me father for I have sinned
And still I am one moment shy
From the resonance of soulful anguish
The fishes in this sea
Have protected me from the shark of me
The lioness queen of the jungle
For we know femininity rules
This world has no place
No available traces
To remedy the untamed
Desirous mis-located items
Lost
In the bed sheets
Stairwells
Public amenities
Permission slips unsigned
Embarking before name exchanges
Letting chemistry do the introductions
Another venture
Into another's pleasure
Un- reluctant to reformation
No signs of degradation
This rhythmic poet swam with the tide
Punishing herself without enough tickets for each ride
The amusement faded
The good conscience negated
Tucked into the dungeons of truth
She battled
Herself
Her weaponry
Her womanly satisfactions
To become a whisper
A mere figment
To celebrate New expeditions
Of celibacy
The addicted
Grew cold
Warm and gushing
Pressing and melted
Excruciatingly torn
Shredded without prescription
Miseducated Christian
Struggling
To admit
To cum clean
To Be open
To be free
Of the sex journeys
Of she!
