Temptation

Sometimes I have a quiet repose,

A break while feeling indisposed.

I think about my own connections,

Compared with other past subjections.

For now, I am free, unencumbered, 

My choices remain unnumbered. 

It's in this place, without constraints, 

That temptations start to wander.

I see that handsome quiet lad,

With him I'd like to be quite bad!

The older grizzled burly type,

Has never gotten as much hype,

But rest assured his repertoire,

Is a pleasing orgasmic score.

As for another dainty selection,

Minus the obvious erection,

A pretty thing with a gentle touch,

Can satisfy me just as much.

To have a choice on either side,

Is a lustfulness I can abide,

For some a wretched indignation, 

But for me a sweet temptation, 

That never,  ever, takes a vacation.