MISERY & MISFORTUNE
by: Gregory A. Milton

My mistresses are misery and misfortune
I bed them constantly,
Not in sexual intercourse
But actual engagement with their entities.

In the bedroom, which is actually
Everyday experiences I go through,
My mistresses somehow seduce me
But why?... I never knew.

I caress their thighs and massage their breasts
A thousand times or more
I kiss them deeply and we make Love
Just like the night before,
They engulf me with their womanhood
Driven by such strong passion
But the more I ravage their bodies
The longer my pain is lasting.

I know I deserve better than this
while trying not to succumb to their dis-ease
But each day I fight, again at night
I look forward to their seducing me.

Maybe I can't control my lower Self
Or resist their insatiable charms,
Perhaps I sacrificed myself for too little
Perhaps I lust to have them in my arms,
Maybe my weaknesses have gotten the best of me
Allowing myself to be mislead
As I fornicate with my mistresses,
While lying awake in bed.

They say last night was wonderful
And cuddle closer to me,
As I feel manipulated once again
While hidden from society.

And when I do find the strength
To deny them of their pleasure,
I reacquaint myself with hardship and oppression
A share that's far past my measure.

So I contemplate daily on these thoughts
And wonder when will this madness end,
I'm always bedding these mistresses...
... And Damn It!! I'm aroused again.

Meet Author Gregory A. Milton