lust

 
indiscretion, indecent affliction
my lusts provoked
I resist the urge
I withdraw within myself and regroup

self-pleasuring I masturbate my ego
desirous, alluring, with a keen mind
understanding what it is to be human
what it is to truly love
it's not simply about sex

as I get older I feel I've lost my appeal
it feels good to get attention from the opposite sex
stroking my intellect
with vain attempts to get to me

I go off alone to reconcile my feelings
I love my man
I would never hurt him
but sometimes I burn

aching betrayer
pulsing its need
hungry it demands to be satisfied

I ignore my deepest thoughts
I wonder how long I can deny her?
before my will...

is broken