P.O.R.N part 2

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)


  • orchidee

    Oohh, monkeys? Stop visiting that 'zoo' then! Why you hitting monkeys? (oops). But seriously, doesn't it become the 'same' after a while?

    • RiverJordan

      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.

      • orchidee

        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!

      • The Uneducated O.A.P

        Yoa River, Wife's just applied the Heimlich manoeuvre to remove the choccy biscuit I was eating while reading your words! I knew a young lad years ago used to do his homework with his right hand while wanking with his left! Dunno what sort of homework it was., nice one, Bill

        • RiverJordan

          Haha welp I'm happy you didn't suffocate to death, porn is a force to be reckoned with. Thanks for the read!

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