Scorned lovers ,
Over the years ,
I have to say  
I loved so,
Unbelievably
Many!
Mourning to morning,
Scars slowly Transforming
Under covers tears saturate
my pillows.
For I know why I lay  
Alone and lonely.
Delaminating
In acidic disbelief for a brief time
I allowed grief to ****** me.
Macerating in
My own toxic concoction.
Breaker of my own rules
..............I
Let myself go.....
And became a ******.  
0k maybe I should translate that
I was intimate with women for money.
Let me say one thing.
Some things  are better left as an fantasy....
This is one of those things. Unless I guess
I was magic mike or the rock or something.
Don't get me wrong  
Im gifted ....
.......
It just wasn't a good location
In it for the wrong reason,
Numb,
Dumb,
Shut down emotionally.
So my clientele were an eclectic mix of damaged tricks,
A few ,