Sealed Shut...

I'm trying to say something, but my mouth is sealed shut. I see the girl, the woman...I take note of the mystic grotto she possesses. I can feel the words running around my head, but my voice can't swallow the thoughts. I just keep choking on it, like a pornstar, swallowing the load of a macho man.

It's not any woman, it's usually the lady of town. The lady with an easy virtue. I'm not taking advantage of anyone, but myself. Either way, I still can't grasp it...my erotic concept. I feel it, dripping wet and ready for me to take on the word's promiscuity, but like oiled up boobs, always hard to grasp and I'm left with morning wood.

I feel sorry for the men who shiver, when talking to beautiful women. I feel sorry, for the men who can't even wank on their mind, to ejaculate the simple words of, "hell and O"

I have no fucking pity, however, for the guys with enough balls to take on a threesome, but lose the erection when push comes to shove.

I don't blame the ones that can't sum up the guts to speak to the pussy...cat. She's a lady of a certain description. Without the right substance and an inch of viagra, my mind becomes hidden to when her lips may salute and the lucky pierre cannot get the right hard on.

I can't write, I can't do anything...she's just a little charmer, with pussy eyes and quite a degree in fellatorism. She's my temporary addiction, one fix after the other and I think I'll live.