this one thing that got me trippin

Ive never been one to be a fiend for sex...,
but this scratch of sexual frustration is killin me unsoftly.
its like a nat infront of your face that wont go away without a fight,
and a bad dream that just love to haunt me.
i can honestly say as of lately i have more down time so my mind does wonder more than before,
more than ever.
so this one thing called sex to me:
a physical action shared between a man and a woman,
an action that not only makes feelings deeper at times but can become something like a drug.
but this drug can get you hooked and wanting for more,
wanting to do more or do it more.
ok yes im an addict but my addiction is under control,
i have power over it... until im in the situation to where its presented with my drug and the drug dealer is attractive as well.
trying to not take a hit can be the hardest thing ever,
do i hit or do i pass sucha hard question to ask.
sigh......ive passed so many times to where i might at least try it now,
so if the pressure or my addiction or maybe i should say if the drug dealer comes around imma throw in the towel and take a hit ...shit i must free myself anyway/ anyhow.