Do I Exist?

X-Rated wonders like parties,
Drugs,
Clubs,
Sex really isn’t my forte.
Nor lust,
Regardless of my inner temptations.
When I strip Her down in my mind,
All I’m doing is picking apart her own.
Getting to know what her kinks are,
As well as what makes her toes tap in neverending joy.
But,
As the Thieving Night comes to an end,
Robbing a bit of my peace by reminding me of how empty my arms are as they flail against its bolstering wind,
With no one to catch,
All I want to get to know nowadays is,
Myself…
Who am I?
In a world where not a single soul seems to want me around their existence…

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