Sexual Frustration

This sexuality is killing me
My love is work without a living wage.
'Twas more joy in lonesome virginity?
Or is content found in marriage's cage?
I want and crave what only she can give
But desperation is what kills romance.
Oh! does my lust make it so hard to live!
Tantalus grasping for fruit on the branch.
If only masturbation was the cure
Instead of giving me such mild relief
Exasperates my need, makes you a lure
On which I've hooked my ocean depths of grief.
What is one to do with temptations fruit?
I've a gun loaded, but 'tis myself I shoot.