masturbation (part 2: v 5-8)

note to reader: Literorica has agreed to post "masturbation", part 2, verses 5-8. Unfortunately they are far more reluctant to post part 1 because they believe it may deal in possibly litigious content. Although I disagree and am disappointed, I respect their opinion and thank them for the forum allowed me to express myself. Rather than edit and resubmit for approval I have decided to only post part 2, but if you are interested in receiving a copy of part one contact me. steve

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by the time i was in high school
i was horny as a molting mayfly
and the slightest look from any sexy girl
would make me swell up like a toad…
not an embarrassment but more a badge of honor
prancing down hallways with proud young hard-ons…
evenings you would call her up and have
phone sex although you didnt know it
im horny me too im touching myself so am i…
and then later in bed you find your relief…
or you might get lucky on the weekend and she would
touch it which alone was enough to make you gush
and when your fingers found paradise in her pants
her panties filled with her own creamy emissions.

later in college i learned to sneak away
to the sleazy arcades in downtown fort worth
a literal maze of black-lighted booths
smelling of stale semen…occupied by
furtive figures slipping out from the shadows…
fearing the fingers that beckoned frantically
from rough-hewn peeping tom glory holes
but still none of it stopped me from coming…
instantly aroused by flickering images
seeing things never even imagined
as hands unzip panting pants and play with it
until youre dripping down the walls with all the others…
the decadence the delicious guilt the sexual imagery
enough to insure your imminent return.

well…i graduated but it didnt end there and im glad
because it sustained me through a thankless marriage
to a frigid woman who turned to religion to ease
her frustration…I hear shes a priest now but personally
i think she should have played with herself more…
then i changed careers and became a bartender…
i met a lot of horny waitresses (and waiters) and
even though there always seemed to be someone in my bed
i continued my self-pleasuring games…and sometimes
they were mutual and we satisfied each other…
now im remarried i dont tend bar anymore
but nothing much else has changed…just the other day
some wide-eyed witness watched a thick white rope
jet up her belly and lasso her left breast.

so heres to the gods of self-gratification…
i salute you i stand at attention
a vigilant helmeted purple-headed warrior
on guard and stiff as the stuff of statues…
heres to atum whose eqyptian ejaculations escaped
from heaven and brought forth the first loving souls…
and i raise a glass to enki the sumerian god who filled
the tigris with overflowing water from his cosmic hose…
to greek pan to celtic cernunnos to kokopelli and to all
the other horny gods of fertility i give a hand…
and to the greatness of awonawilona and to the
bonobo chimps who share our dna and have been
playing with themselves since the dawn of time…
and god is pooh bear stroking his erection amen.