i masturbated when i turned eight, "*******" without *****, hence i know it was all and is muscular; marquis de sade's novella ****** also helped to develop a rare psychology: bypassing adolescent urges / stimuli; i did that teaching to jack the ripper off to say the least when sharing a bath.*

and what last thought
do you take into sleep,
that you should be a fool
to see it all as a freudian
self-projection necessity
for interpretation:
the madam with an ascot
worthy hat ready to cancan
into another man's dirge
of libido?