It turned my mind
Upside down.
I'm still recovering.
It crosses my mind
Every single day.
Thoughts still hovering.
Dopamine still
Screaming for me
To do more discovering.
Happily off the market,
But I still have thoughts of
Another woman loving me.
These unholy
Thoughts keep trying
To smother me.
Sexual temptation
Tries to stand closer
Than a brother
To the point where I've
Wished to be another me.
Not an exact clone,
But the other me.
The Dezmin that would
Burn these
Thoughts up like smoke
From rubber,
Not feeling like a
Dead crab while they butter me.
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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...
