I Don'T Even... Poem by J.R. Kelly

Hormone-induced abnormalities,
blocking off my appetite,
passing by precious time.
I shall decide for myself
what dreams are to be conquered.

Each fondle
draws me even further back.
Every sweet caress
drives over sidewalk's crack.
Hollywood distorts my aspirations.

Contentment escapes my grip,
soaring to a newfound paradise.
I cannot witness the light of day
until your organs are inside mine.
My skull has crumbled too soon.