All continues on,
Life just is,
In my self-made abyss,
Empty space that vibrates,
Fuzzy with feeling dust,
And lack of trust,
The humid warmth from the coals,
Simmering,
In my groin,
In my brain,
Disrupts my sane judgement,
As I succumb with no shame,
To the lustful *****
Itching to scream your name.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
All continues on,
Life just is,
In my self-made abyss,
Empty space that vibrates,
Fuzzy with feeling dust,
And lack of trust,
The humid warmth from the coals,
Simmering,
In my groin,
In my brain,
Disrupts my sane judgement,
As I succumb with no shame,
To the lustful *****
Itching to scream your name.
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