I feel compelled to write about sex/masturbation

I sit and write in the nude
To some this would appear
Both rude and very crude
Critics abound, I choose not to hear

There are no boundaries
In your birthday suit
All feels great
I oft fondle my male fruit

I love to flaunt
And do so with glee
Probably hoping
Some poor soul
Wants to see all of me
Minimal charge
Hell for free

A grab a stroke
Do touch like a feather
There is less to play with
In colder weather

I hate to see this
Sensation end
But as we speak
My juices blend

Life giving cream
Erupts from me
The very same hole
From which I pee

Gasping, panting, so am I
My essence still runs
One more throb
Juice on my thigh

So the cycle begins again
With you, I felt
I had to share
Don’t judge me, my friend

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Comments ( 7 )
  • GaelicPotato

    "There is less to play with 
    In colder weather"

    Kek

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  • donteatstuffoffthesidewalk

    are you from nantucket by some off chance?

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    • bigTESTES1

      Good one!

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      • FromTheSouthWeirdMan

        Turn it into a rap song

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  • JuliPM

    song this whith Pork Soda in the background

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  • --

    Bling blow
    look at my balls wow

    Pull my nipples call my a prick
    what ever it takes get on my dick

    They call me a big tidal ocean
    dry or wet depending on the motion

    I'm sick of this old donald trump
    He can finger an old ladies cunt

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  • Jennifer21

    I’m compelled to just do it! Much more satisfying!

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