I Am a Sex God

What is it like to be a sex god? To know the exact spot that will rock their worlds in ways never seen before and never seen again, their parting words, You are a God! . To have them scream your name, knowing as soon as they’re gone you sit alone, eating cold spaghetti from a can, as you continue to detach yourself from another emotionless encounter. Nonetheless, they know you’re a god. . What is it to be this god with so many lovers yet never knowing some names, or what should solidify what you’ve shared? The object of their fantasies yet to never see “I love you” in their eyes, or hear it from the lips of one lying beside you the next morning, for there’s no one there. . What is it to be a sex god ruling none for once those words are uttered, their worship is gone. The god who rules universes of lust where stars flash but never ignite, leaving blackened skies crying out for full moons. The god who has never felt another’s heart beat against his own, who cries himself to sleep for the mistakes he’s made, longing for the anticipation of 1,000 kisses that stand still in time? . I am this god, and I stand alone.