Faced with the challenge of not thinking about sex, I resigned in despair. It’s not so much the act, but, who am I kidding, it is. A woman will open her legs for me, and welcome me home.

These thoughts are in the past, memories. Every pledge of love, without this union, rings hollow, in the emptiness of the day.

Like every lover, now estranged, I try to dream anew.

We shall see what lies ahead.