Something about those videos
Turned me on,
Leaving a burning desire to see
What I saw duplicated .
I was yearning
For more
And created a fire
That did more than
Just burn.
I would watch videos
Over and over,
Looking for more
Body exposure.
Immersed In
A reality that
Doesn't exist.
The pleasure
Asserted it's dominance
Over me,
Perverting
My worldview
With wild excursions,
Quickly changing from
Curiosity to a curse.
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Pornographic Memory
PoetrySince the age of 11, I have been dealing with a porn addiction after seeing my first video. This poetry story details my thoughts from this journey that I've taken suffering, realizing, battling, and steps to overcoming one of the most powerful and...
