one reason being he was always so spent
from looking at internet porn, but no matter.
Point is, I fucked around,
and I liked it.
I especially liked married men,
so sex-starved and disillusioned…
they were always hungry.
And I got to be the thing
they looked forward to the most.
It was great for the ego, theirs as well as mine.
They did shit with me
their wives would never do.
I would, not for them, but for me.
But my biggest excuse
was the role each wife played
in sending their husbands my way.
She withheld sex, bartered, manipulated.
And plus, she’d let herself go—
safely married, she no longer worried
about being attractive, interesting, or dynamic.
She’d reject his advances because he didn’t compliment
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