My Sex is Perverted! Part 1

My sex is perverted! Or that's what I'm told.
Perverted or not...I'm just too old.
It feels so normal...a part of my life,
It molded my existence and scared off a wife.

Unaware at the time, it started very mild,
My road to perversion began as a child.
Sex being sinful and dirty was never preached,
My family’s love was always within reach.

Our yard was filled with fun and flowers,
A child's imagination could play for hours.
Acting out stories with the girl next door,
Role playing and exposing and I’m only four.

Playing with Barbies, my little secret game,
Dressing them up was really quite tame.
I'd use layers of clothing to dress their best,
Then strip them naked and expose their tiny breasts.

Dress up was exciting using my sister’s attire,
Wearing panties and bras really made me perspire.
Caressing my bra with a hand up my dress,
Rubbing my cock through silk panties...Oh! What a mess.

Ejecting warm liquid from the tip of my cock,
My very first orgasm and I was in shock!
This chance encounter, unbeknownst to me,
Developed a consciousness of what I’d be.

My obsession grew for any form of sex,
So I started to read more provocative text.
Police Gazette stories were explicit and precise,
Murder, rape, and sodomy were part of the device.

Becoming accustomed with ways to jack off,
I’d beat my meat for hours just trying to get off.
Masturbation got tiresome and old really quicker,
So finding new ways just made me even sicker.

Exploring my area and looking for various ways,
I found my tight anus and played for days.
Coke bottles, carrots, bananas, and cukes,
They all found their way, shoved up my chute.

My sister was stunning and did everything right,
I'd peep thru her window and say "Maybe tonight!"
Her tanned naked body I never got to see,
But that didn’t stop me or my fantasy.

Turning 18...I'm no longer a child,
For High School is where I get totally wild.
Pornography, drugs and Stairway to Heaven,
I have a long way to go...and only 47.