Crumbs of Manhood

Written by: Chris Grundy

Cant deny my nature right?
Cant stop doing wrong if it feels right!

I mean, who could.… at such a sight?

Sip some class, and ignore ethics’ bite,
At my sternum, behind my skin, and outta sight.

We seat our glasses beside the bed,
Its name isn’t confidence, that beautiful red.

She lies back in crumpled heaven,
Looking at me, after all that I said,
With a whirlpool of lust, 
in her eyes.

 I place one arm beside her head,
And crawl, like a tiger, up the bed.
Now I feel the bite stronger than ever,
 and I retreat, my heart in constant plea, 
Half the man I used to be.