Mrs. Cynosure (May 17 1987 / Junction City Oregon)
Sex Without Love
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
When the innocent become the intimate
It’s when that passion of love turns into a hobby
Then into an obsession and then that turns into a have to have
You can’t stop thinking about your next fix
You look for it everywhere in everyone
You start having withdraws from it
You wonder how you got this way
So dependent on it to get you through the day
You think it’s the only thing that your good at
The guys keep coming and going like fire
At times when it hurts so bad you cant do anything
You tell yourself no more not another time
But as soon as soon as your better
Your right back at it
You ask yourself
Why you do this every time
You just don’t understand
It’s as if your being sexualy
Taken advantage by your own body
You wanna tear your hair our if your not doing it
The people just keep getting older while your still the same age
Started 2-3 years now it doesn’t really matter how old as long as you get the fix
You have to do it
It is your drug
Your Acid
People have been telling you for months that you need help
The people that know you the real you
This isn’t the real you and you know it
You can feel it
The lying
The addiction
The lack of pride you have for your body and self
It’s not you
It’s like he said right before he left
How does it feel to be trash now that you are trash,
And now you are truly trash.
You are not trash this is not you
You know how this started a young women lost within her broken hearted emotions
You just know you don’t know how to stop it
You now need help
Lots of help
Cause sitting here
Your itching to do it again
And pleading someone help
HELP! ! ! PLEASE! ! ! HELP! ! !
You don’t wanna be like this forever
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An interesting depiction of sex addiction. I like it!
wow.an amazing job.i like the way u depicted sex addicts. keep it up! !
i really enjoyed this poem...thank you 4 sharing!
Bare facts truthfully depicted. Cowards dare not try such confessions. Come what may you are a victor. This is maniacal tendencies of the sub-conscious. A syndrome for hyper
active sexual urge. There are millions who undergoes such trauma every moment...
And there is one School of Thought.. viz.the catharsis or the bliss you derive from the action is a sample/ replica of the rapture experienced in Heaven. A great poem undoubtedly true to the core.and also true portrayal of the mind...well done... cheers
I really enjoy reading this poem. It's amazing the way you expressed it.
Self control and self confidence advisable....nice poem
like this poem.. you are picturing a reality. so many suffers like this and u brought it to limelight. thank u for sharing.
To F.J.R, ever heard of poetic license? A good poem pours forth from the heart like this one and doesn't need perfect spelling or grammar!
Becca, you have an imaginative mind, and i think the potential to hone that popetic element, and raise it to the next level. That said, and with all respectful genuine constructive criticism....Your spelling and grammar are either suffering from woeful deficiency or blatant laziness....Awriter cannot succeed if they cannot embrace the simplest of basic grammar. Poor spelling is a simple fix, called''Spellcheck'', or Webster's Dictionary. Read your contemporary Poet's, and practice writing simple free-verse in your spare time. Good Luck, young lady, and stop rigging your daily stats on this poem!
FjR
The Sharon Olds version is way better.