Medusa’s Touch – Day 1

Sex is,
Just not the same as it used to be,
For me,
At least.
Every time I think about it I feel so empty with a need to flee!
From,
The thought of her and what she does to me,
Inside of a mind where I should find peace,
Instead of countless images of Her leaving me in pieces…

Does it mean I’m still drowning in the deep end?
An ocean of love trying to go up in steam as,
I ask myself if I’m still in love with who I must eject,
From my heart…

Answers have been so elusive,
As I lay my head on a bed where I’m confused and,
Frustrated from this feeling of lust that won’t go away without picturing her abusing,
My body…

I know it’s odd since I’m a man,
But,
Not all of us seek control when presented with a pair of breasts and ass,
So voluptuous and tempting as I only hunger for a plate of,
Chicken,
A bowl of sticky rice and some duck sauce on hand…

Man…
It’s my fault,
Regardless.
For spending so much time opening tabs to live out fantasies that seem harmless,
Yet,
Evolve into nightmares where you’re left unsatisfied,
At all times,
While riddled by thoughts of,
Seduction by who I’d call Medusa…
Because,
Nowadays,
I only find myself stoned the more I look into her eyes,
In my mind,
As a man she labeled as,
Useless…