I did it just to keep the blood, I tell myself, feeling convulsions through my whole body, perhaps the way a woman feells it, without the seed ,
A man can only torture himself so much for so long before he has to give in, even with the poor excuse of making it all flow,
Convulsions rippling through my body in the night, strange, different maybe the way a woman feels it, maybe just my imagination, clutching my manhood both hands, nothing coming out but convulsing anyway, all the way down deep in the bones, in the stomach, in the chest flowing up into my brain like a drug,
Is this really how it all happens, when you're not dependent on the one place to come out of, when bad plumbing forces the whole revolution to stir you up all over, making you shutter, making you feel different, making you feel just like a woman
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