DEAR SEX.

 

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Dear Sex,

To be frank,

I don't think you are as bad as they say.

You might be killing  me slowly,

But, everything on earth is temporary,

Why don't I hug you anyway.

Dear sex,

I have a feeling of having you everyday,

Because when I embrace you,

What matters is...

The size, colour and the bed.

I feel so uplifted everyday when we sit together.

I know there is somewhere I missed protection,

But I am proud I withdrew safely,

I believe no one is infected,

If there is,

Why are there no victims.

So how dare they say I am a victim-

When there are no victims.

Dear sex,

I know,you are not addictive-

As they say.

When I am driving,

I pace in intervals,

Until my partner complains about my speed.

I should have been so critical,

But honestly,

I am not a baby in this game.

Sex, 

You know you want me to stay in shape,

That's why we play when my eyes are closed,

So you set the tone,

And I use it whenever I want to meet you.

You actually didn't tell me,

If I need you overtime,

I will lose weight.

I am not mad at you though.

Truth be told,

You made me the man I am,

Why actually,

You temporarily made me the man I wish I could be-

The man with a big smile,

The man with a lot of history.

In reality,

You made me conquer my fear,

I can bring you in class, work or even on a Poetry stage.

My ego taught me,

To move with you every where is normal.

You,made me a rebel to my father,

You told me he knows,

I don't mean it-

You would have also told me my father stayed a virgin until he had me.

Sex,

It's Overtime now,

I want to let you  know -we are getting independent-

I don't mean I will ditch you,

I got your back and you got mine too.

When others say we need to get less time together,

It doesn't mean they are offensive-

They,are just defensive.

Dear sex,

Thank you for these new friends,

We can be a team now,

I got AIDS,

You what?,

I got Pills,

And you got nothing.

I think I will love to say goodbye,

Go look for a better apprentice,

For us, I am done.

© Ochago George William.

 *The Tired Poet.*