SEX ADDICT - NEED HELP

(Not autobiographical!)

If this does not sound too impolite,
I have an insatiable sex appetite,
That I try to satisfy by day or night.
It’s a rampant craving that I try to fight
But it seems I am too easy to excite.
On available women I will alight.
Long legs, well hung breasts, eyes and smile that are bright,
Turn me on quickest like the switch of a light.
(But not all have been the most alluring sight.)
I have done it in air liners in mid-flight,
During nights after pub on a building site,
And once on a ferry to the Isle of Wight.
I’ve been caught out of doors in broadest daylight.
It starts with a brush of the lips, o so light,
Then builds up the passion till I’m holding tight,
Orgasmically getting as high as a kite.
My manhood, erect, is like a stalagmite,
The pleasure’s the same – on top, under, upright.
I have fathered an illegitimate mite,
I’ve picked up many a woman’s scratches or bite,
And with partners got myself into a fight.
Can someone with psychological insight
Explain my urge for conquests, left, centre, right?
Such promiscuous ways no longer delight;
I fear they might give a future wife a fright!
Me as a husband?  The thought would not excite,
I’d cast a dark shadow at a wedding white,
Not to say what I’d bring to a wedding night!