Libido overdrive

My fingers slowly caresse the long smooth sides  
of my morning cigarette
as if this nicotine lover could ever give me  
any lasting satisfaction  
beyond a light head  
and mellowed disposition
but my mellow does not extend
below the waist
as I longingly trace through memories
of last nights  
rampant fucking
only to find myself
dismayed
that your writhing wonderous body
only clung to me
in my dreams
and now this waking hour
has left me feeling
like a fourteen year old boy
in need  
of an ice cold shower
but nothing  
washes away
this feeling
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.