It tricks you into feeling you are wanted
by sensual, attractive, lustful mates,
but in the end it leaves you hooked and haunted
each time, like fish, you take the glossy baits.
It makes you feel that you are not alone
at night when you are lying in your bed,
and you can make someone with pleasure moan
but leaves you feeling desolate instead.
But people you are looking at are real
and sacred though they’ve been objectified
to satiate the pressing drives you feel.
It’s sad for them, and you, to pictures tied.
The sacredness of life is trashed in porn.
It’s not for this that anyone was born.
Mario A. Pita