Erotica

It’s everywhere. You just can’t miss it.

Turn on the TV,

Open a book,

A magazine,

It’s even plastered on billboards

In every direction your eyes turn to look.

 

Not that I mind.

Plus years have taught me to

Pick my poison in meager amounts,

Control the urge to

Act out in passion,

To dance round the fire

So the heat really counts.

 

When I was younger

I lapsed into overdose

Kicking and screaming,

Could not get my fill.

But now I am calm.

I take it in stride as

I stroll the far side

Of erotica’s hill.