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I guess we both lie
My sex drive didn't
die just because
your dick left
you beautiful
heathen.
I still ride your
face as a distraction
morning,
noon,
and night,
And I only
die a little
from the shame.
I know I should
do the right thing
hit up porn hub
and watch hot
lesbians get it
in the ass,
but damn.
Damn.
Just talking about it,
manifests
reality.
I’m going to go fuck myself
right
now.
I’m going to use both hands
while the hot water from the shower
sears my back.
I’m going to get off so hard my
thighs give out.
I’m going to not think of you at all.
die just because
your dick left
you beautiful
heathen.
I still ride your
face as a distraction
morning,
noon,
and night,
And I only
die a little
from the shame.
I know I should
do the right thing
hit up porn hub
and watch hot
lesbians get it
in the ass,
but damn.
Damn.
Just talking about it,
manifests
reality.
I’m going to go fuck myself
right
now.
I’m going to use both hands
while the hot water from the shower
sears my back.
I’m going to get off so hard my
thighs give out.
I’m going to not think of you at all.
Published 22nd Jul 2022
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Hollywood ruined pornhub for me.
Also wank tub is akin to wank sock
Speaking of wanking, a friend of mine had an aneurism after having a wank, imagine being found dead on the shitter, dick in hand, coagulated blood from the eyes and nose...
Beautiful stuff
Also wank tub is akin to wank sock
Speaking of wanking, a friend of mine had an aneurism after having a wank, imagine being found dead on the shitter, dick in hand, coagulated blood from the eyes and nose...
Beautiful stuff
22nd Jul 2022 11:41am
I want to die like that. I have goals now, where before I was just an aimless asshole floating around.
But now I have goals.
I really like you man. Gonna miss you. A shitton. But I deserve to reach my goals, to accomplish my new life mission.
Watch the headlines for my imminent death-by-wanking!
But now I have goals.
I really like you man. Gonna miss you. A shitton. But I deserve to reach my goals, to accomplish my new life mission.
Watch the headlines for my imminent death-by-wanking!
22nd Jul 2022 1:30pm
22nd Jul 2022 1:38pm
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22nd Jul 2022 1:39pm
OMG I want to make poetry babies with you.
DOWN BETTY! DOWN!
Thanks for the comment, DK. You are the shit. Thank you for taking a few moments to read my shit.
DOWN BETTY! DOWN!
Thanks for the comment, DK. You are the shit. Thank you for taking a few moments to read my shit.
You know what, if this whole poem had been nothing apart from the first stanza I’d of still been happy with it. That first stanza… well… it reminds me. And I love how brash it is. It throws punches.
That’s a winner.
The rest takes me somewhere strange. I’m utterly convinced I have my best thoughts in the shower so yeah, why not die there. Seems legit.
I wrote this poem once about what happens to the guys that get off in the shower. Imagine all those countless billions of sperm just lining the sewers.
I imagine it must be the same for women, and that’s why sex magick practitioners practice what they do — there’s power in the energy of orgasm. Imagine the amount of that down there too.
Very powerful and visceral imagery. Wonderful of you to have shared.
-M
That’s a winner.
The rest takes me somewhere strange. I’m utterly convinced I have my best thoughts in the shower so yeah, why not die there. Seems legit.
I wrote this poem once about what happens to the guys that get off in the shower. Imagine all those countless billions of sperm just lining the sewers.
I imagine it must be the same for women, and that’s why sex magick practitioners practice what they do — there’s power in the energy of orgasm. Imagine the amount of that down there too.
Very powerful and visceral imagery. Wonderful of you to have shared.
-M
22nd Jul 2022 1:43pm
Thank you Missy.
I have admired the shit out of you for so long. There was a poem you wrote as the other you that haunted me, and I meant to ask you about it, but life gets loud and drowns the little thoughts. About initials carved on your calf, I think.
You are amazing. Beautiful. Talented. I'd toss every yahoo here on his ass to touch your butt. (BECAUSE I'M FUCKING ROMANTIC)
Keep fighting the good fight.
And thank you. THANK YOU for the read/review.
I have admired the shit out of you for so long. There was a poem you wrote as the other you that haunted me, and I meant to ask you about it, but life gets loud and drowns the little thoughts. About initials carved on your calf, I think.
You are amazing. Beautiful. Talented. I'd toss every yahoo here on his ass to touch your butt. (BECAUSE I'M FUCKING ROMANTIC)
Keep fighting the good fight.
And thank you. THANK YOU for the read/review.
22nd Jul 2022 1:34pm
22nd Jul 2022 5:15pm
