Y Jul 2015

The hermit and his hand
Sticky fingers and solitude
kama sutra of the fingers

Wank, wank as the world teaches you to,
And do not be ashamed that you do,
Nasty world clergy keeping you,
Keeping you rather restricted.

Wanking it off and easing the pressure,
Above intercourse, you always rise,
Not paying heed to their words,
Kiss oneself as much wished.

Wank off your tensions and problems,
And do not be uncertain about it,
Nostredamus did it often too,
Kind of intelligentia do it.

Wanking off should be taught at school and it might improve female security.

It will help keep off potential rapists.

No male will ever become a rapist, no girl will ever get raped, no human will ever sleep unsatisfied, no female will ever get pregnant when it's unwanted.

HP Poem #1221
©Atul Kaushal

A poem advocating Masturbation.
Poetic T May 2014

I have them in my mind, a place for me to use and abuse,
when alone and where no one can see.
I visualise what I need, those lovely ladies recorded
in thoughts used by me.

My neighbour she's as hot as could be,
but after to many usesshe has become a bore.
What once went hard with a thought,
now my cheese stick slumps not content,
new wank bank material is needed so on goes the TV

O ye this is good, weather girls low cut tops
in the bank they go for use later for me.
But I need that girl to light the meat, to get me well hard,
so I see one woman in the bank ready for me.

I test drive her not as good as could be,
so I swap parts saved in the file, now perfect for lonely fun.
The thought of her lube and me.

All men and woman are nearly the same,
they have a wank bank for those times when lonely.
Be it butts,legs, breasts or meat hanging or the
slit between the legs.
We all have that special some one that is with
us when are fingers and palms get happy...

Every one has a wank bank..
Poetic T Jun 2015

Spank it, wank it,pull it hard, call it a Name,
Make it hard, just us those palm muscles
That have been working over time on this
Single person and their knackered hand.

Fondle it, shout at it, fuck this doesn't usually
Happen, dam why are you not going hard.

Put lube on it make it wet, like in a pussy
Just imagine two wet lips legs nicely spread
Apart, just  pam and her five sisters and a
Lonely curved palm.

Use your imagination so it,ll stay hopefully
Hard, my god my hands going dead this is
To much like hard work.

Tug in silence or moan out loud, over a magazine
Or over porn on TV, sound turned down don't
Want other to know, what ever floats the boat just
To get to that point that you need to ooze it all out.

But for the love of god make sure your door is locked,
To have your mother or wife walk in saying,

"WHAT THE FUCK,

You'll be limp in a second, and lost for a good excuse.
Of why you got lube, toilet roll and hand spanking
While shouting filthy dirty words out.

Edward Coles Jun 2015

I remember the first time I ejaculated,
I thought I was having a seizure-
or that I had somehow malfunctioned the Matrix
and had broken through
a fold of reality;
some white-noise ladder to greater plains,
throbbing, animal convulsions,
and a peak that only death
could overpower.

I remember crashing into shame
upon my return, versus the smug welcome
of oxytocin and my adult life;
not knowing to what extent
my penis would dominate my mind;

you know, I cannot write a poem
without noticing my loneliness,
all the blowjobs I have left behind.
For that moment, in my New Found Orgasm,
I was paralysed at the thought of a sober life,
and ever since that moment,
ever since that night,
I have been searching for those higher plains
in the lowest branches of myself.

Now I smoke my fill and redden my eyes
to bleed out old anxieties,
dry up old tears whilst softening scars
that I have collected over years
spent indoors, hiding from danger.
I remember the first time I ejaculated,
how it came to me by accident,
a repeated motion of unknown emotions;
the undulations in her breath;
even now I still sit by myself,
and make love out of whatever is left.

(C) 26.05.2015
No Hoots Gang Jul 2015

Oh, dank
                 memes..
                           why wont you 
                                               wank      
                                                           me, me.
                                         For that is a world I want to live in
                                                why wont you just give in.

heidi May 2011

A barraster at law no less
I wouldnt trust I must confess
Looking down your pointed nose
seductively holding pose
Your linkedIn profile
who could see
just how you get your
filthy fee

Perverted farming
Filthy creeps
In Hi ace vans
and blacked out jeeps
Gratefully they pay their fee
In return for an STD

Heres the justice overflow
For Nank and wank and gigolo
I'm returning him to you
When I scrape him from my shoe
For you my dear a final fact
His STD is still intact!
Enjoy!

Matt Jursin Mar 2010

I got into an altercation over a little alliteration. I offended and cant amend it. It was more than an argument, I was almost arrested. I obviously pissed someone off with my honest offering. I wasn't teasing. See, all I said was pretty please...Will you wank my willy, while winding up my windmill and blowing between my buttcheeks?

I dunno what I was thinking, dont ask=-)

Sitting in our tutorial
Just me and Nick
Both surreptiously
Watching the seconds tick

"Kevin", Nick pauses,
I'm glad he's got something to say,
"What's it called when girls wank?"

OK, wasn't expecting that...

I ponder for a second
To consider my response
I'd quite like it if  I don't have to say the word 'wank' myself
Or any synonym.

Fortunately, spurred on by his youth,
Nick saves the day:
"Is it called fingering?"

"Yeah I think either one would do
Now let's get back to this history,
Where did Hitler bomb in 1942?"

So the lesson continues
Just Nick and me
Both surreptiously
Massively relieved


PS
Strictly speaking, 'fingering' is when someone else's hand is involved.
'To finger oneself' is the equivalent to masturbating.
I have no regrets that I failed to make this distinction at the time.

Part 2 (a few weeks later)

"Kevin, this might sound like a funny question, but
Have you heard of a camel-toe?"
Me: "er...No"

Melanie Kate Oct 2009

Just a disappointment

I don't hate,
It’s just wasteful-
Breathing in
and never breathing out.

The space is empty
with crammed tug-of-wars
dragging my heart,
Heart dragging months.

I don't think
any less or worse-
Character undefined. Always repetitive.
Bored of the wank
pulling over old paintings;
Same as yesterday,same as before.

I don't cry
for actions cowardly
shunted inwards;
Explosion due released.
The shedding tears,
carving maps upon lips,
design attention
inward reaps deliverance.

I don't hurt
for lacking sensitivity-
desire for one embellished
with lapping present conviction.
The same minuscule point,
returned again and again-
Intentions to change;
Stairwell to nowhere.

(c) Mel D. Ltd. (10 Oct. 09) 2009
Thomas Newlove Oct 2016

Ten word poems - what a load of meaningless wank!

Peter Balkus Apr 2016

They want her body, but not her heart.
They think she's stupid, but she is not.
She knows them well. Better than well.
She knows them - losers,
they have no chance.

They are too shallow to impress the girl.
They are too stupid
to know she knows it well.

Hahaha, losers, you have no chance,
so go, you pricks, and masturbate,
you are too shallow,
too shallow for her.

So go, poor fools, and wank away
the fact you have no chance with her.

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