At times I rise
In search of sexual pain
Periodically I lie
In search of sexual misery
Who is this spirit
Knocking at my door
What is this feeling
That keeps me running back for more
In need of healing
Sore as the art of grief
Awaiting to flesh upon flesh
Demons of sudden misery
At times, I cry
In search of sexual pain
Periodically, I lie
Sexually invain
Sexual Pain
