Some say it isn't bad,
that there is no big deal in it;
that it is just a way of relief
from the pent-up feelings
of my body's pleasure bag.
Whether they be right, whether they be wrong,
of that I am not sure.
But of this I am certain,
that after the exhilaration,
the ecstasy, the pleasure,
the feeling of completion
at the end of my action;
there is this pang of guilt
in my heart, and a sense of filth,
that makes me sigh and say,
"it has happened again!"
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 12:37 PM UTC
Some say it isn't bad,
that there is no big deal in it;
that it is just a way of relief
from the pent-up feelings
of my body's pleasure bag.
Whether they be right, whether they be wrong,
of that I am not sure.
But of this I am certain,
that after the exhilaration,
the ecstasy, the pleasure,
the feeling of completion
at the end of my action;
there is this pang of guilt
in my heart, and a sense of filth,
that makes me sigh and say,
"it has happened again!"
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