An interesting evening

My mind is frantic

the light is on

I reach for a pen

words flow

I cannot sleep

sexuality flashes

one way
the other
all the worries

its all for nothing

I see the loves of the past

the failures

I realise what kind of man I am

and as the ink hits the page

I am constantly in change

I regret a thousand things

I do little but care

I keep seeing her

melding into her predecessors

becoming one being

a swirling mass of breast and lip

my carnal lust make me man

I hate myself