Time for a bit of honest talk from a lifelong playa’
For most of my life
Sex was the dominant
focus of my being.
Birds and bees, my ass
let’s look at our own species.
What are we now?
Around 8 billion plus
and counting?
Just FYI, we don’t reproduce
asexually.
You’d have thought
by my age I’d have at least
truth and honesty going for me
on the whole sex thing.
And yet,
there’re still pockets
of deep dishonesty
in myself and my work.
For instance,
even when I’m in
appropriate
interactions
with sexy women,
in what I think
sound like
reasonable conversation and
civilized back and forth,
I have to battle fantasies
of how we could be spending our time
lying on a warm bed, sunlight
streaming in,
her flesh,
her hair
HER…
In every other sphere of my life
involving even the tiniest
increment of growth
it all starts with being honest with myself...
so listen-up,
you old horndog, you...
Oh,
sorry,
I forgot you were still here,
excuse me, please.
