IT'S OVER.
.xp weirdme@miraclemiracle935004
1 month ago
#poetry
I turned, anticlockwise, that should be it
I refrained, and turned back, clockwise this time
Those ruffling sounds of the bed
I'm alone on the bed tho
Before you think I'm there with him
Who's him? There are many him (s)
That thing under is getting hard
That's how it always happens
I turn anticlockwise, and hardening begins
Garden begins fluffy and soft to skin
I wonder if you know what I'm talking about
Then I crave to see “The him(s)” and whoever there is
My phone bears the brunt of it
My fingers are now so dexter
Tapping away the messages
They go with my wordings
Arousal is inevitable
Their desire awakened
They begin to want more of me
I don't like it, but I keep doing it
Sometimes the river is less viscous
Recently, viscosity was top notch.
But I ain't doing it no more.
PS : IMAGE, NOT MINE
