Sometimes I have the energy to put down a lot of words that may seduce another into the vacuous dreams of my adolescent fantasies, aged within an old man’s brain.

Alas, today, there is no room or time or energy to tempt another with conjured delights of skin on skin, lips on skin, lips on lips, genitals in congress, or moans and cries of ecstasy.

There are in my head, a thought and a yearning of pleasure, a dream that you will be free of all the craziness that enslaves you, just as I shed the construct of my loneliness

And, for once, in your life, you won’t care what time it is, or where you have to be tomorrow.