The Original Selfie

 Soliloquy in sepia languishing throughout to shades of deep pink to purple hues rhythm in the universal music playing on from milk to ochre views. Strumming strings playing on first for release then to amuse, masks of repression falling prey bit by bit until it all falls away and the world becomes a blur. The nuances of this primal urge older than any care to admit to show themselves in smirks of recognizable grins.I am not shy at all to share the fruit of my labors again and again.Damn caution to inhibition this love is purer and older than any first lover.There are no games,no names, or faces to remember on the pace of ecstasy.I smile when I ponder,when I am alone in my thoughts which wander back to my constant companion.I am unafraid,unashamed to caress each fold,cup the member sometimes I torture or tease to mix it up and keep limber.Some whisper their secret with eyes shut to the silhouette of unrequited love,some finish from the edge unmet with tools as servants unrelenting taskmasters without use of a reward.Thereís no invitation necessary or commitment tacit to tarry.Shut up and watch or join me if thatís not too scary?
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