Sin Is Fun But...
The thing about sexuality misused
is that the loneliness hits you at the peak of your addiction.
You can steal a glimpse,
itch at fantasy in secret,
survey the taste of every impulse until pleasure deems you a connoisseur.
But a warm bed, with a good wife, and some hot chocolate after a snug night,
fantasies cannot grant you.
The sinking of butterflies from your cave of a body
when a hug swallows you like soft pillows
a quick jackin' cannot grant you.
Sin is fun.
It just isn't