Sex Addict

Paul Bell

It was an instant affair

Lust at first sight

He gave it his all

Lasted all night

She watched him go

Marked him an eight

Gave a slight grin

As her fingers slid in

Shower and fed

Work for the dead

Tonight, someone new

Speak dirty

Just screw

Gave him a five

For being alive

Left in no doubt

As she threw him out

She sighed with a grin

As the love wand slid in

What does a girl have to do

To get a decent screw

Told him straight

Hold tight, please wait

What does he do

Wasn’t even worth a two

Opens her drawer

To her comfort and joy

The wonder boy

Go down, stop

Okay you’ve reached the spot

What are you doing

Not a lot

Not even worth a mark

Thrown to the sharks

Opens her drawer

Rubs in some cream

Pops in some eggs

Let's out a scream

Starts to dream

He’s shaped like a dildo

Packs his own cream

No batteries required

Where has he been

Finally, found her man

Ten out of ten

Thank you, god, Amen

Wakes up with a smile

But just for a while

Ah, well, great for a time

She sighs with a grin

As her fingers slid in.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 29th, 2026 08:34
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: Friendship
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  • Friendship

    Your poem aims to critique the superficiality of contemporary relationships, highlighting the search for deeper fulfillment amidst fleeting pleasures. It serves as a commentary on the complexities of sexual identity and the impact of casual relationships on personal satisfaction.nicely done

    • Paul Bell

      Wasn't happy when she gave me a 4 for making the coffee.

      • Friendship

        🤣👍

      • sorenbarrett

        Not sure which one here is the sex addict but it works either way. A slip sliden away poem with a slam bam thank ya mam ending. A fun read my friend

      • Doggerel Dave

        Made me tired just reading it...but there you go - nobody's perfect... and being an octogenarian does not mean I have more tentacles with which to help her out...



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