no slavering kisses
like a dog on heat
no schoolboy fumble
wanting you to beat his meat.
no grope in the dark
or a letch to grab your tits
no rancid breath,nor sweaty skin
to grasp you in his mits.
just you and your fingers
and your own dirty vices
pure ecstacy of loving yourself
with your battery op devices.
it is all in the touch
the rhythm of your wrist
the way your body squirms
giving a wriggle to your hips.
a gasp n moan
masterbation brings you pleasure
frustrated tensions fade away
as you fiddle at your leisure.
reaching your crescendo
a throb a pant a sigh
eyes slightly misted
youre at your dizzying high.
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the slightest hint of freedom
people, on the
the american military
we so called americans!
in our masterbating glee!
dying in the rain
I'm only agressive because u made me this way . Every day u insist upon calling me gay .
But we are one so don't try to fight this Sensation. Were the same person so its not gay its masterbation .
When his girl is out of town...
Prancing round his stately home,
In her night gown.
If she were to catch him,
It'd be quite a shock...
To see her man
In her nightie,
Tugging on his cock...
But its not just her nightie, no!
Master Bates loves a dress,
And a wig or two
Here and there,
He's ready to impress!
If she caught him
Out on the town,
Strutting around with other guys,
In her night gown.
Well Master Bates would be a loner,
A single pringle,
Ready to mingle!
With a rather inconvenient bonner.
Fun turns blue
After I leave you
Words with weights
As one still masterbates
Wasting the potential children's fates
Three"s a crowd
Because egos are proud
Try and test what"s allowed
Cross the line and you"re disavowed
Four doubles the date
And now begins the debate
And it would have been great
Except the translator showed up too late
Five forms a final team
No more need to swim upstream
Finally poetry to boost your self esteem
Then you sadly realize...twas just a dream
I get like that when I read James Baldwin.
America kills and it's buggin me.
Radical dependency. Idolized
I don't want to
sound like a teenage anarchist but
it's too easy.
It's like we
televised ascendency. Matter
over mind as an introverted
other cultures like some whacked-out
And it shouldn't be that easy.
Stripping other people
of their complexity.
Writing them off
as our project on synergy.
Picket fences in retrograde sketching
highway lines on
Your life should never be someone's
project on charity.
You are an individualized
supermassive understatement and
i'm just some kid from New Jersey.
A cosmic ray dispersed into creation
Tail wagging upstream with elation
So many victims fallen to masterbation
Anxious seed sprouting with incubation
Privileged To exist
we have no choice
Growing like a cyst
No time to rejoice
Cognitive effort to grasp us being alive
Ponder the place from where we derive
Reasons for life and why we must strive
Are we honeybees with earth as our hive
Pray to the heavens for when we"ll arrive
Greeted with a smile and god"s high five
Effortlessly we all continue to live and be
Subconsciously evolving the human tree
Temporarily renting this vessel of a body
Surreptitiously evading death to be free