Where I Escape The Suicidal Urge

I was laying there, upon my bed, and in a melancholy moment wished that I were dead

The pain of living filled my veins and echoed it's relentless strains

I know a place where sweet escape has spared my life, and for it's sake, I traveled there today

This place, my only joy, exists inside my head but only can I reach when I lay naked on my bed

And so I strip the trappings off exposing all that's hid by cloth

The real concealed with eyelids shut, I enjoy the fantasy while I fuck

I travel where the pussies bloom and penis stamen strain consumed, and all the pretty guys and gals
grope for orgasmic pals

Between my legs my pillow pressed, my labia open which I caress and on my clit play siren song
where I am hid from all that's wrong

On strings drawn taut twixt bust and butt, it takes me where I love to fuck

I pinch and pull and play the tune, which will consume my aching womb,

My bosom heaves with nipples taut, my brain consumed in erotic thought.

My finger slides past vulvar folds and swims the copious vaginal flows

Inside my brain the penal thrusts push past the threshold of my lust and launch me to a sexual high where death can't touch me, should it try

Over and over will I ride my naked flesh upon the hide of my sweet stallion in my dreams where no one hears my joyful screams