Sex

Sex was once my master, It once controlled my soul and my thoughts, My mind and feelings became a disaster, From women I only wanted their cheers and applauds. Every woman that I saw she was a conquest, She was a desire and a need to be used, With a smile and a flirt is all that I would invest, Being a sex addict, I was always being accused. I cared for no woman's feelings, All I cared about was my own wants and pleasures, I was prepared for all situations and dealings, All I cared about was my reputation and a woman's treasures. I was once indeed a womanizer, Also a playboy, flirt and a seducer, But, because of sex I have become no wiser, I believed without the conquest of a woman I was a loser. When I saw a woman all that I saw was sex, A woman was created for a man just to please, My belief was simple and not that complex, And all that I care about, were the birds and the bees. A woman in my opinion is for a man’s need, Into my eyes all that she would see were my requests, Without a man a woman feels incomplete as she wants to love and breed, When I saw a woman all I thought about were my wants and her breasts. Sex was the only reason that I married, It was the greatest gift that I ever won, But, sadly my sexual feelings and desires for women had varied, When my wife gave birth to our son. Unto sex I was once its slave, A woman wasn't a person she was an object to use, But, now as I am closer and closer to my own grave, I had the wrong master, but that never was an excuse. Randy L. McClave