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Nov 2014
I Can barely put up with this ****** frustration
that can't be cured any longer, with furious *******
it's like every one but me across this great nation
has known the flesh of another, it's like mental castration
to not know the taste of a woman's flesh
To caress her body while fondling her ample *******
To drunkenly sup from her womanly cup
Am I going to die alone? is that my plan from above?

Now I know that my body is supposed to be sacred
But I can just barely, just barely take it
That primal instinct, that feeling deep in my bones
to finally live out the ****** desires of my own
The stigma that's with a guy who's the age of 18
"Ohh you're still a ******? get out there and drink lean!"
It Really *****.
NeroameeAlucard
Written by
NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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