An ageing libertine
Whose every dream
Has been achieved, grieves
For he sees
The same, inane
Undressing. Caressing. Undressing. caressing.
Lost in alcohol.
Each girl a doll
To be undressed.
Caressed. Undressed. Caressed. Undressed.
But, behind all his lust
Lurks his fear of dust.
K Morris - Poet 
Yes, even the pleasures of a libertine wear thin eventually.
Indeed they do, Vivienne. Best. Kevin