Sex is so 1, 2, 3…

Whatever happened

To the art of making love?

Everything is so rushed today

Everything is so fast

Is it any wonder

Why brief sexual liaisons

Never really last?


I can’t keep up

With such a quick pace

I don’t know

How to make love in haste

The very thing

That should feed me

Leaves me empty

Hungering for more

As secretly I roll my eyes

Having become

Yet another score


Anonymous sex

Quickly dispatched

No names or numbers

No strings attached

What happened to passion?

To spending some time?

Not like in the porn films

That only desensitize

Going through the motions

Of being used like a porn star

I’m supposed to be ‘Baby doll’

And scream “f**k me hard!”


Sex has become

So one, two three

It would appear

I have no other mystery

I’ve ticked a box

I’ve struck another notch

Maybe it time to move on…

Sharon Carter-Wray


(24thApril 2018)

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