It’s time to enact

Remedial measures

Of my proclivities

For meaningless pleasures

Rooted in emptiness

Vacuous spaces

Unclothed bodies

Without any faces

Blinded by instinct

Carnal and tasteless

Ruled by desire

Most plain and basic

Sexual vice

a bottomless pit

To be satisfied

First look within

Warmth that lasts

comes from the heart

If you see that

Then healing will start

Sex and love

Are not synonymous

Even bare bodies

Can still be anonymous

Real intimacy

Has no substitution

I’ll leave you with that,

My poem’s conclusion.