Only few men are able to turn me on
I question: is it me or they who are wrong?
Compassion of sexual touch is what I long
But, will to commitment, remain strong?
Elusive, has been this goal of desire to quench,
Left to endless masturbation’s gripping wrench.
Feeling less than second-string on the bench,
This passion sweat, solely mine to drench.
Canvassing the globe in search to find,
Another body-soul of like, hedonistic mind.
Aid of technology, with lust being combined,
Futile has been the resulting waste of time.