this feeling

I have this feeling
This feeling that won't go away
It controls me
the thick snicker under the zipper

This Bulge in my underwear
A solid pipe
A harden lifeform
Alive on its own
driven beyond the hour

A horror fest
which can ony be locked in and not out
I dream of pretty flowers
And soothing moans
Naked flesh
And wet perfume

Unable to excape this desire
Blinking fast
Unstable
Excited

Wanting to be engulfed in a pool
Moisture
Steam
Softness
I Want to endure

My mind weak to its own flesh
deprived of sleep
ready for the stutters of hot breath
wondering hands
the sweaty essence
A liquid mess


Please strip me of this preventive extention
For my core has many intentions
this isn't fair the things that I invision
It's mental prision


I'll just lay here
Alone
Until..
this feeling..
this feeling..
Is Gone