Shame?

Alone in the flat.
Just me and the flickering tv pictures.
Me and my wet knickers.
Damp with the cold
Musty cool of you.

Sould I be ashamed?
Is this worse than that time,
Just one year ago,
When I typed into this very computer the
Degradation and shame
Of being a horrible skank.

That mind altering realisation that
I'm filling a void.
Literally.
With men who don't care.
Men who are drooling for the same
Desperate end.

Humans at their most primal.
All hands and testicles.
Groping and breathing and
Determined to get that high.
That exstatic rush of blood and
Pleasure. At my expense.

I, all thighs and tits,
I don't even know,
Through the grinding and
The moaning,
I don't even know
If I'm even here.