Unromantic Life

I lay myself in the hands of a strange woman every now and then
to relieve the stress of an unromantic life..

Though not painful but cost exhilarating and strength depleting
 with soul decapitating experiences
as I lose myself to a different stranger dressed in a skirt or a dress which is
the understanding of what the opposite sex would wear ..

I'm not proud of it..

But I'm fulfilled..

And the calming of my cravings is branded in the satisfaction of my desires
 with every stroke and plunge deeper and deeper into the lives of strangers
 I lose a lil bit of myself to the sex

and the stroking madness of superficial encounters keeps me hooked to the thought that nothing lasts forever
 and this wouldn't too...

I mean why should it?

We're just strangers exchanging smiles over a glass or two..
I could have you right here or you could follow me home..
And tomorrow we'll wake and exit each other's worlds..
Thanks for the one night of pleasure ..
I mean nothing lasts forever..
We're just strangers after all..