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The Night Jill Kelly Saved My Life (A Pro-Porn/Anti-Suicide PSA)

The night Jill Kelly saved my life, I still    

Recall with the emotions of that eve    

When my first impulse only was to grieve    

How all life seemed bereft of zest and thrill.    


My grin was gone, and had been then for weeks,  

Which felt like months, and I could not by force    

Restore that spark inside that is the source    

Of joy that each man living finds or seeks.      


I ambled, aimless, with all grey above    

Me, as the sky was filled with dismal clouds    

That seemed to hang on me like heavy shrouds    

And I could feel the callous cold thereof.      


I, jobless, hopeless, shiftless, walked along    

A sidewalk having grey of equal hue.    

I'd grasped at straws, and even they were few,  

And felt that now to still live on was wrong.      


But on my way back home to end it all,    

A small video rental store appeared,    

And with no reason to save money, steered    

My steps inside, and on to its back wall.    


Upon it a "Mature Themes" sign was hung    

Above a door that served there as a shield    

To keep a room with shelves of porn concealed,

And I felt thankful not to be too young!    


I stepped inside, and instantly was hard.    

I thought: "Yes, life is hard, but so am I!"    

I felt, in seconds, no more urge to die,    

Spotting a film in which Jill Kelly starred.    


The title, "Anal Princess," made me smile.    

I knew I'd bring it home to watch that night,    

And to it stroke my cock with all my might,    

Grunting and moaning, stiff-dicked all the while.    


The thrills of that amazing night remain:    

Sexual, yes, but mixed with grateful tears.      

Each curve and feature of Jill's body cheers    

My heart down to this day and soothes my brain.      


I thought that night what I still think today,    

Thanks to Jill Kelly and the film I named:    

That life's worth living if it's always aimed    

At relishing the beauties on display.    


Above all other beauties, women stand    

Alone as being beauty's true apex.    

The crime would be to overlook their sex    

And wave off, even once, a sight so grand.    


Purity Culture almost killed my soul,    

And virgin worship almost ended me,    

But learning sex is beauty set me free,    

And showed free love fills more than just one hole.    


Not only may love fill the hole between    

A woman's legs, it also fills the dark    

And dreadful hole of spirit void of spark,    

And makes appreciation much more keen.    


I know the chances must be paper thin      

That even once Jill Kelly might be shown    

The lines I write here, yet my mind is blown    

To think how quickly she restored my grin. 😁
Written by WillametteBedToy (WestOregonianBedToy)
Published | Edited 3rd Dec 2023
Author's Note
I still remember the night, decades ago. Happy to still be alive, especially when I think of the countless beautiful women I have since seen, interacted with, and, yes, fucked.
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