[Now Kids, Beware, This Poem May Give You A Scare]
I want to have sex with her,
But if she were here, I wouldn't.
I want to rub her every corner,
But if she were here I'd gag.
I'm talking about the porn star,
The one I masturbate to,
But would never actually touch...
In real life...
I want to experiment,
Position after position,
But only if I don't have to move...
Only if it's all in my mind.
I want to bump, rub, lick, rub...
But only if it's a fantasy.
I want to masturbate...
But I just did that...
I want to take a dump...
But I don't feel like it...
I want to pee...
I want to puke...
I want to feel...
I want to DO something...
Warm?
But I just don't feel like it...
I want to look into her eyes,
And tell her it's just a fling...
I want to have sex with her,
But only in a ghetto dream...
I would not actually touch her,
Unless she were my stroking hand,
I want to masturbate...
But I just did that.This is me officially admitting who I am sexually ~ I fantasize, but I would never do what I "want" to if the opportunity came around... it would just be... disgusting.
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