tattoofreak
11-01-2006, 08:29 PM
An article to the inferior,
For the stain I left on the interior.
An apology for my behavior,
You are like my savior, when I use you.
he pulls and twists,
he uses his wrist.
he loves this gratification
Its better then a physical relationship
he can alter and bend.
Sometimes, a little pain he sends,
but its ok, its all for the better.
he will never have to wait and worry for it to get wetter.
Just a quick dap of lotion,
and a few minutes of up and down motion.
This little man, just like him.
He wishes he could stop,
but he love to make it pop.
Its an addiction,
a mental affliction,
a sadistic condition.
He feels like a pervert,
always such an invert.
If only he could let it go,
but he thinks of all the women who are his foe.
The thoughts and feelings that enter his head,
the actions he takes in his mind,
he fears one day he may actually carry them out,
but not in his mind.
Then he decided, to solve this problem,
one last look at the sun, one last breath of fresh air,
then he took his gun,
the sting of the metal on his tongue,
and he no longer had to worry.
Its about a man who is addicted to masturbating to very bizarre thoughts of women he meets during the day, and is afraid that someday he will actually carry out the ideas he uses for masturbation and decides it is better to die then let himself tangibly defile a women in s manner that he does in his head.
For the stain I left on the interior.
An apology for my behavior,
You are like my savior, when I use you.
he pulls and twists,
he uses his wrist.
he loves this gratification
Its better then a physical relationship
he can alter and bend.
Sometimes, a little pain he sends,
but its ok, its all for the better.
he will never have to wait and worry for it to get wetter.
Just a quick dap of lotion,
and a few minutes of up and down motion.
This little man, just like him.
He wishes he could stop,
but he love to make it pop.
Its an addiction,
a mental affliction,
a sadistic condition.
He feels like a pervert,
always such an invert.
If only he could let it go,
but he thinks of all the women who are his foe.
The thoughts and feelings that enter his head,
the actions he takes in his mind,
he fears one day he may actually carry them out,
but not in his mind.
Then he decided, to solve this problem,
one last look at the sun, one last breath of fresh air,
then he took his gun,
the sting of the metal on his tongue,
and he no longer had to worry.
Its about a man who is addicted to masturbating to very bizarre thoughts of women he meets during the day, and is afraid that someday he will actually carry out the ideas he uses for masturbation and decides it is better to die then let himself tangibly defile a women in s manner that he does in his head.