Sexualizer (Original Napkin Poem)

By Connor MacDonald:

The beat of the drum

And the rhythm of a heart

Thrown into the passion of flesh

Slowly turning me numb

As I am pulled apart

Until I’m no longer myself.

The rhythm goes

And goes

Until it means nothing anymore

Becoming just a common whore

And what do you propose?

To love again?

But that won’t happen

Not anymore

Not when passion has been stripped

And love is now a chore.