Am I a whore or just human?

Her eyes are everywhere
coming in a variety of
blues browns greens
purples and occasionally grays
sometimes dialated
eccentuated cheekbones
hips, thighs-
her curves flowing
against the stiffness
of transparent air
as my lips quiver
at the thought of a simple taste
and I wonder if I'll ever be able to
remain loyal to just one
when so much beauty exists in this world
so many delectable treats
on my silver-coated plate
is it wrong to want to try a little of all?
Just a tasting here or there
not too much of one or the other
not too much of one in order to resist
that thing they call love or whatever
give me it all, her curves, her taste
give me it all, her smile, her face
all, I want it all, her mind, her wasted time
in my arms loosing all grasp on anything sensible
loosing all grasp on everything in one final moan
and collapsing into my skin, her breath melting into mine
becoming one with my oxygenated rhythm
slipping a cool drizzle onto blank pages of unwritten erotica
and cheesy romance novels-
a secret between you, I and words of silent existance
and this might as well be
considering her beautiful colored eyes
mutulate my sanity every single day
blessing this creative mind with images
of handcuffs and lips open wide, clenched teeth
you as in the women who walks down the street
my boss, teacher, neighbor, friend
lover, partner, enemy, -
my no one except for in my inspired mind
thinking of just what I'd do to you
if I only had the go-ahead and chance
boy-oh-boy what I would do to you
if I only had the chance.