Sex Obsession
The Sex Obsession
He was in his middle years, a retired seafarer living far
from the oceans of his youth and dreams had drowned
in swells of a restless, life.
He lived a slow life, walking his dog in the forest when
not driving his bike, visiting forgotten villages, trying
to find a childhood hazily remembered; but what he drew
had been a happy one in a time of war.
One day he met a woman (not a beauty)
he was drawn into her sphere of sexuality; he was in love.
Intense, longing for her love, lost his life in her arms
in the swirling dance of pleasures, he had long forsaken.
There were times when out walking the dog, he paused
and asked, was there a prize to pay one day?
She came to his house, looking serious she was pregnant
He was jubilant; there was nothing more in the world he
wanted to be a father to complete his dreams.
No, she wanted money for an abortion. Killing His Child!
His world crashed, the truth, as they had nothing but sex
He walked in the woods when returning, she had gone.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2023
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