The core within continualy aches
The pinch of my need is rather demanding
The wetness between my legs simmers all day
But as night envelops I am all alone
Tossing and turning unable to sleep
The need for satisfaction is too great
Inside my closet, dwells a box
A box of guarenteed pleasure
An always ready and waiting, flexible erection
My wanting is so strong I am undone
I answer its beckoning call and am half the way there
Pinching my personal place between revolving fingers
The electric jolts are so fierce
I slip my faithful companion within
And begin to fulfill my own delight
Circular sensations radiate
From my fingertips into a swollen bud
Slow, shallow thrusts of entrance from a jellied phallus
Bring me unto the edge of combustion
Deeper I delve into the depths of my core
Plunging faster, harder and more demanding
Legs spread far and wide, muscles strained
I explode, melting away, dematerializing
Drowing in the creation of my own sensual waves
My palm pressed over my entrance
Kneading my throbbing, sensitive personal placeoris
Forcing the rapturous waves to remain
Drinking the bliss of self satisfaction,
with only myself to satiate and ultimately please
I am always aware that I can indeed,
Cure the ache and gratify my very own need
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