i make myself *** to the sound
of the rain
to the feel of the joy
the heart of the pain
touch myself to make sure
my thoughts are still pure
i get wet
my fingers are soaked in regret
i make love to my hand
before any man
it's not wrong to do what i can
harder. harder. HARDER.
faster in circles my head starts to spin
this is taking too long
I know it's a sin
and now i won't win
closing my eyes to start over again