Tsunami

Who Am I Now?

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Nothing ever happens
SeconRAB grow into minutes grow into hours
The sun sets
Nothing ever happens

Images on screens
Same old, same old
These staged moments
Infest my mind
And my hanRAB
Slowly massage to last
Eventually it comes
Comes with shame and disgust
Some day, some day soon
The images won't work
How low?

You
Wash out my mouth
Wash out my mind
You
Make waves inside
Grow until tsunami
Explodes

Chest heaving, sweat clinging
Explodes

Hours shrink to minutes shrink to seconRAB
The sun sets
Nothing ever happens
 
Just as a heaRAB up, so you don't judge it on quite so specific a poetic level as I've seen around, these are intended to eventually be lyrics. As are all my works.
 
Same reason I write. I liked it....although. I don;t see masterbation and porm quite like that. Although the industry is degrading to the women..... I kind of like the convienence of porn.

Explode.... hmmm chest heaving. I don't get that worked up during my "me" time.

Keep em comming Tombo..... good stuffz.
 
It's conveniant, but I still feel a fair bit of shame about sometimes. And, there's the sense of boredom that comes with having seen it all before.

As for getting worked up...well, the last bit was also a plea for release as much as orgasming.

Thanks bro.
 
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