Pleasing Needs Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Like the first time to have it,
That mysteriousness of sex...
When done gratifies.
Or denied by some,
Who will say it did not...
Completely satisfy.
So...
Sex again,
A habit.
But not quite enjoyable,
Like that first time to have it.

That anology can also be applied,
To a smoking of a cigarette.
Making one sick.
Yet again another is lit.
Addicting it becomes.
As if that nicotine is needed quick.
And alcoholics know more than most,
That taste for liquor...
They may decide to hide from other folks.

Now...
Today there are liars.
Learning when to tell them.
Developing an expertise.
Deceiving anyone.
To have their telling of lies,
Left to leave them believed.
Knowing how easily it was to do.
Like that first time to have sex.
Or that drink to have with a cigarette.
Denying how gratifying,
Their habits to enjoy them...
For them becomes.

Although...
Those who know the truth become numb.
When attempting to confront,
Anyone living in denial...
To openly admit,
Their habits to not admit...
Just may have a bad effect,
On others to insist...
What they do for their enjoyment,
Believing what is done they do is shared.
And eventually,
Will be accepted as a benefit.
Regardless who says,
They have grown tired of it.
Enough to have made them sick.

"Please.
I am begging you.
Stop enforcing yourself on me.
At least consider,
The first time what you did...
I tolerated to then believe,
You would begin to think...
About my wishes and needs as well.
But in time you have proven,
You could care less about anyone else."

-And...
To that I and you agree.
So...
Is there a point you are trying to make?
What is it that you don't understand?
My needs to please myself.
Will be your needs to do that too! -

"I can not please 'my' needs like that! "

-Again...
Let me repeat for clarity.
My needs to please,
MYSELF!
Will be your needs to do that too! -