Wank, wank as the world teaches you to,
Atul Kaushal

Wank, wank as the world teaches you to,
And do not be ashamed that you do,
Nasty world clergy keeping you,
Keeping you rather restricted.

Wanking it off and easing the pressure,
Above intercourse, you always rise,
Not paying heed to their words,
Kiss oneself as much wished.

Wank off your tensions and problems,
And do not be uncertain about it,
Nostredamus did it often too,
Kind of intelligentia do it.

Wanking off should be taught at school and it might improve female security.

It will help keep off potential rapists.

No male will ever become a rapist, no girl will ever get raped, no human will ever sleep unsatisfied, no female will ever get pregnant when it's unwanted.

HP Poem #1221
©Atul Kaushal

A poem advocating Masturbation.
not content, new wank bank
Poetic T
Poetic T
May 10, 2014

I have them in my mind, a
place for me to use and abuse,
when alone and where no one
can see. I visualise what I need,
those lovely ladies recorded
in thoughts used by me.

My neighbour she's as hot as
could be, but after to many uses
she has become a bore. What
once went hard with a thought,
now my cheese stick slumps
not content, new wank bank
material is needed so on goes the TV

O ye this is good, weather girls
low cut tops in the bank they go
for use later for me. But I need
that girl to light the meat, to get
me well hard, so I see one woman
in the bank ready for me.

I test drive her not as good as could be,
so I swap parts saved in the file, now
perfect for lonely fun. the thought
of her lube and me.

All men and woman are nearly the
same, they have a wank bank for
those times when lonely. Be it butts,
legs, breasts or meat hanging or the
slit between the legs. We all have
that special some one that is with
us when are fingers and palms
get happy...

Every one has a wank bank..
Spank it, wank it,pull it hard, call it a Name,
Poetic T
Poetic T
Jun 6, 2015

Spank it, wank it,pull it hard, call it a Name,
Make it hard, just us those palm muscles
That have been working over time on this
Single person and their knackered hand.

Fondle it, shout at it, fuck this doesn't usually
Happen, dam why are you not going hard.

Put lube on it make it wet, like in a pussy
Just imagine two wet lips legs nicely spread
Apart, just  pam and her five sisters and a
Lonely curved palm.

Use your imagination so it,ll stay hopefully
Hard, my god my hands going dead this is
To much like hard work.

Tug in silence or moan out loud, over a magazine
Or over porn on TV, sound turned down don't
Want other to know, what ever floats the boat just
To get to that point that you need to ooze it all out.

But for the love of god make sure your door is locked,
To have your mother or wife walk in saying,

"WHAT THE FUCK,

You'll be limp in a second, and lost for a good excuse.
Of why you got lube, toilet roll and hand spanking
While shouting filthy dirty words out.

Ed Coles
Ed Coles
Jun 4, 2015

I remember the first time I ejaculated,
I thought I was having a seizure-
or that I had somehow malfunctioned the Matrix
and had broken through
a fold of reality;
some white-noise ladder to greater plains,
throbbing, animal convulsions,
and a peak that only death
could overpower.

I remember crashing into shame
upon my return, versus the smug welcome
of oxytocin and my adult life;
not knowing to what extent
my penis would dominate my mind;

you know, I cannot write a poem
without noticing my loneliness,
all the blowjobs I have left behind.
For that moment, in my New Found Orgasm,
I was paralysed at the thought of a sober life,
and ever since that moment,
ever since that night,
I have been searching for those higher plains
in the lowest branches of myself.

Now I smoke my fill and redden my eyes
to bleed out old anxieties,
dry up old tears whilst softening scars
that I have collected over years
spent indoors, hiding from danger.
I remember the first time I ejaculated,
how it came to me by accident,
a repeated motion of unknown emotions;
the undulations in her breath;
even now I still sit by myself,
and make love out of whatever is left.

(C) 26.05.2015
id rather wank my own cock than stick it up a guys jac
kirk
kirk
Mar 9

Being called a wanker is something I don’t mind
in fact it’s really ok and its rather kind.
Its not that offensive or even a sick joke.
what’s a man supposed to do without a cunt to poke.
O.K. he could stick his cock between two bits of Spam.
but what he really needs is a hot moist cunt to be a real man.
If a pussy is not available he may settle for your arse.
fucking both holes in one session now that would be pure class.
Some men like other men’s cocks and a mans hairy bum.
maybe they don’t mind their fucking a guys arse as long as they get to cum.
to fuck a bloke if your straight its the equivalent to a slum.
or even a taboo sexual time like fucking your own mum.

but a males bum hole and dangly parts are really not for me.
I want a cunt and girly arse that's what I want to fucking see.
because I am straight and not bent its not what I want to be.
id rather wank my own cock than stick it up a guys jacksy.

Only fools pull their Plonker like Rodney bloody Trotter
Or Blind Wizards with broken glasses like Harry Fucking Potter
If your a Wanker and Wank to hard you may just cum a cropper
especially spunking up in a Tit shaped helmet belonging to a copper.

I would never bash the bishop what would the churches say
To find me with a spunky hat and that there faiths turned gay.
if your a dirty fucking vicar whacking of in the collection tray.
and you fancy choir boys arses just keep your thoughts at bay

I wouldn't choke the chicken because I don't think I could
But the staff at Kentucky Fried Chicken I bet they probably would.
they would lick your spunk up because its finger licking good.
and use their special wipe up towel to clean up your manhood.
with its lemon fragrance you will have good smelling wood.
around your shaft and helmet and beneath your foreskin hood.

And would I yank my plank like the pirates of the seas.
extending my own plank when I'm on my fucking knees.
with my hand around  my fishing rod giving it a squeeze.
I would use my hand to squeeze out my cream cheese.
my cum is flowing from my shaft like honey from the bees.
I'll keep on pumping on my rod and creaming in the breeze.

And have you seen those fellows praying down at the synagogue.
you can tell from their expression they have been flogging their own log.
and the bottom of their robes is stained with their eggnog.
either that or they have been fucking some old scruffy dog.
but I don't think they are bothered because their heads are in a fog.
with all that fucking worship they would fuck a big fat hog.

So I'm slowly warming to it but maybe when I'm pissed.
and I can't get no fanny and its the last thing on my list.
I may take myself in hand with my cock clutched in my fist.
Then I may consider having a swift one of the wrist.
and if you end up watching then please excuse the mist.
and ill just carry on hoping that my cock gets kissed.

Because Wanking is an activity that in all honesty all men do.
its something that comes to hand when we cant get a good screw.
when our cock gets harder and thinking of god knows who.
we grab a piece of man meat imagining where in the stew
so I'll just keep on wanking because I never get enough,
of all that lovely pussy because finding its far to tough.
there's nothing more that I like best than diving in the muff
with your legs wide open its something I will always Stuff
so instead of Wanking id rather stick it up your fucking Chuff
But I'll probably end up looking scraggy like a Billy goats gruff.

So I will keep on going  until my cock is old and worn.
With all that fucking Wanking whenever I get the horn.
popping my own sweet cornels like children of the corn
watching orgy's and group sex and granny gangbang porn.

 
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