My Illicit Desires

Having any other woman and
I would still desire another.
I don't know why I
Struggle with my passions so.
My eye still wanders
No matter who I'm with.
It truly doesn't matter who she is.
If she wants me, I'll give myself to her.
She may belong to someone else,
But that's not important to me.
It's some part of me difficult to control
Somewhere deep in my nature.
What is happiness - I don't know?
I know it's fleeting and relative.
How will another woman
Make me happy?
That which nurtures me
Will also destroy me.
I battle daily emotionally and spiritually
And physically with my illicit desires.