The Death Of Me

by Christopher J. Holmes

Eventually sex could be the death of me 

Lord, cover me with your shield of protection 
Because this erection 
Is leading me over again to lustful sin 
It seems I cant win or control the beast within 
So once again I sit pitching fits 
Im at war with myself! 

Trying to control my dick 

Now Im sick 
I mean, literally sick 
It seems after repeated visits to the clinic 
That I would quit 
So I bite my lip 
As I take a sip of beer 
To easy my pain before I once again 
Sleep with someone I barely even know 

After getting it 
On the ride home was long 
As I wondered whom all had shed been with 
Because in my pocket lay 

The condom I came with

The Death Of Me by Christopher J. Holmes

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