There is a Weight in Between My Legs

Oh, Not the Weight You May Be Thinking of.

Though That Thought Makes Me Laugh

We are not there, Yet.

A Weight of Unsatisfied Remorse.

How I awake late in the Night and Fantasize.

Writing it Now makes me Tingle Down Below.

127 days have Passed.

Since Last.

My Good Nature proceeds me.

I am Wanting.

Wanting to Fuck.









Fuck Hard

Fuck Slow

Fuck Fast

Fuck Soft

Who says Fuck anymore, eh?









Oh, it Displeases me the Process of being an Animal.

The Mind is overcharged and there is Nothing I can Do to Hold it Down.

I do not Feel Guilt for what My Body Makes me Do.

It is all Natural.

Every Last inch.

Ah, Inches....

How you Make Me Laugh with your Lacking of Them.

I am not Disappointed. Ever.

Well Maybe....

I forgot what Disappointment Feels Like.

Care to Disappoint Me?



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