Watching a stream of sexuality go by,
Which stops and winks at me,
The salacious sentiment occupies my mind,
But never gets to be.
It takes over rational thought,
It being unfulfilled makes me angry,
And still more salacious things go by,
And the tide rises in me.
This desire now has built up,
From my toes to my brow,
If frustration was pressure,
I’d be a diamond by now.
My mind is now corrupt,
Soaked by the sinful tide,
Urges become far more shocking,
I don’t know how much longer they’ll bide.
But I’ll let this pressure build,
Even if my mind should erode,
But if there’s no release soon,
I fear I might explode.