Erotica Unveiled is Still Sex

These days, the demons of lust seem to be multiplying even faster than the demons of greed, arrogance and vanity combined.
Lately, I've been dealing with what can happen to lives when some things get just a little out of control.
What is one to do when the temptations of a particular addiction are everywhere?
When he checks his e-mail, I wonder.
When he places an ad for the sale of his Jaguar, I wonder.
When the phone rings "Private Name," I wonder.
When he flicks through late-night cable, I wonder.
How great are his temptations?
"Darling, I'm here. See me, hear me, feel me. I am real."
Then, I step down, onto the first rung of a downward spiral. It dizzies me into believing that I am not actually falling. Things are happening so fast and before I am fully aware, I have become the very images that are trapped on the other side of his computer screen.
I am the fine wine to the shots of the strong dark stuff.
But in the end, erotica may be a fine wine . . . but it is still deadly to the alcoholic.