Sex - Poem by Randy McClave
Sex was once my master,
It once controlled my soul and my thoughts,
My mind and feelings became a disaster,
From women I only wanted their cheers and applauds.
Every woman that I saw she was a conquest,
She was a desire and a need to be used,
With a smile and a flirt is all that I would invest,
Being a sex addict, I was always being accused.
I cared for no woman's feelings,
All I cared about was my own wants and pleasures,
I was prepared for all situations and dealings,
All I cared about was my reputation and a woman's treasures.
I was once indeed a womanizer,
Also a playboy, flirt and a seducer,
But, because of sex I have become no wiser,
I believed without the conquest of a woman I was a loser.
When I saw a woman all that I saw was sex,
A woman was created for a man just to please,
My belief was simple and not that complex,
And all that I care about, were the birds and the bees.
A woman in my opinion is for a man’s need,
Into my eyes all that she would see were my requests,
Without a man a woman feels incomplete as she wants to love and breed,
When I saw a woman all I thought about were my wants and her breasts.
Sex was the only reason that I married,
It was the greatest gift that I ever won,
But, sadly my sexual feelings and desires for women had varied,
When my wife gave birth to our son.
Unto sex I was once its slave,
A woman wasn't a person she was an object to use,
But, now as I am closer and closer to my own grave,
I had the wrong master, but that never was an excuse.
Randy L. McClave
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