Addiction

 

At work again

and wet (again).

Why can't I stop my mind from wandering for more than an hour?

(who am I kidding; half an hour would be a miracle at this point)

Why must I check out

Every.

Single.

Person.

who comes into my work?

Under my gaze men and women are reduced to parts and shapes

to be used for my enjoyment.

I have a hard time remembering names now,

humans instead categorized under visual impressions;

pert breasts bouncing in low cut tops

wide hips swaying

the sight of jeans pulled tight in the action of bending over.

No task is complicated enough

or demanding enough

to keep the naked, sucking, thrusting thoughts away.



…....I think I have a problem.