It took me years to quit,
but that was years ago.
It was agony to stop
the lonely way to go.
No drugs were not my passion
food and alcohol not my hex
My addition was for men
I was hooked on sex
But I found no respite
in endless empty arms
no succor in their kisses
no rapport in their charms
Only a few short hours
where I just ignored
the loneliness that swallowed me
the seclusion I abhorred
But I always had to face myself
in the morning-after light
and the mistakes I made
didn’t help me sleep at night
The first night was the hardest
I was vacant to the core
but as weeks went by a woman
conquered the tragic whore
Now I’m forever thankful
That I finally figured out;
sex is only beautiful
when love’s what it’s about
Patricia Gibson-Little
Author notes
Well I wrote this one so I could enter a pre-written one. as I wrote it I was thinking about a woman at a club I go to, because I was trying to figure out how she could go home with so many different men. I guess this is me trying to empathize with her. Some of you may want to argue with the final verse, and I will concede that sex can be wonderful, fantastic, earth shattering and more even without love… but when love is there it is truly beautiful. Comments would be greatly appreciated.
Written July 1st, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- A Change For The Better by always what if.
325 points, ended July 8, 2003, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
-
Hey!
I really like this one, too. You did a great job relating to the woman at the club. And so sorry about the mix-up, lol!
Thanks for entering~
~always
Adding your comment:
