The relapse.
Post wet dreams
Porn strokes my stiffy
So much a part of me, I wank subconsciously.
countless, meditiative, handless orgasms.
I try to stop but the porn does the hand fucking for me.
vicariously spank the monkey like a panting dope fiend, vein stabbing junky.
I'm enamored by the camel toed boy shorts,
wet feet and ohhhh the candid booty beauty,
I want to leave...
but only after she flicks her bean, squirting profusely, on the viewer's screen.
I'm spiraling in ecstasy.
porn keeps crushing me.
(to be continued)
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 3rd, 2020 06:23
- Comment from author about the poem: I'm addicted.
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Oohh, monkeys? Stop visiting that 'zoo' then! Why you hitting monkeys? (oops). But seriously, doesn't it become the 'same' after a while?
Haha no monkey was harmed in the making of this and yes. That's precisely why I turned this problem into a poem because now It is addressed and I must bring it upon myself, that action must be taken inorder to get out of this toxic cycle.
It's a natural human instinct. We may be hitting monkeys more when younger. I may have too - hundreds of years ago, in my case, seeing I am very old! lol. But good if you can channel it, maybe do different things to focus your mind elsewhere at times. I'm not saying become a eunuch. All this from me - and I'm no therapist!
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