Is it a sin to self gratify,
Until the lower third eye spits glue
All thru the night
Madly repaciously lacivious you
Almost desperate to find
Even when we were warned
Likely to go blind
Symptoms of a hairy Palm
When one can't come close
To transcend or feel
The ethereal bliss that glows
In the love made real,
And there's no one worth it
To waste such sighs,
Is it sinful as unwanted births,
or better to self gratify?
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
Is it a sin to self gratify,
Until the lower third eye spits glue
All thru the night
Madly repaciously lacivious you
Almost desperate to find
Even when we were warned
Likely to go blind
Symptoms of a hairy Palm
When one can't come close
To transcend or feel
The ethereal bliss that glows
In the love made real,
And there's no one worth it
To waste such sighs,
Is it sinful as unwanted births,
or better to self gratify?
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