Reconciling With Porn

Well any reader, my brief respite from porn has come to an abrupt end over the weekend.  The loneliness of a timid introvert was a key ingredient in eliciting such a change of heart.  My short-lived guilt-free eyes are no longer such as I lie watching bouncing bazookas and lust stiffened-members collide unabashedly in orgy infested rooms.   I cannot tell a lie – the traces of shame that linger after watching adult movies is no match for the glee that accompanies this titillating viewing experience.  A poem commemorating this fateful day follows:

Oh wanton, neglected love knife!

Where is thy succulent tulip?

Vibrant, pulsing night dreams

in a crowded, lonely city-

Guide your inquisitive essence.

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