SOAPY AUTOMANIPULATION IN A TUG
by Galaburda Cyril
Fingers floating on my foreskin
Makes me feeling feeble thing,
That can not to order bursting
With a loss of seed within.
Passion made to be not patient,
I was tickled by myself
But white wall was not so fetching.
It was vainly that I held
Part of me imbued by bloody
Charge of maturing of my fruit.
Through apathy of my body
Even being hugged and screwed
Or forgotten need of breathing
I could not to burst with sap
That was made as I was spitting
And was so absurdly swept.
5/31/2010
Soapy automanipulation
© Copyright: Кирилл Галабурда, 2010
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