Stamped: April 18th, 2007 | Related Posts
Tagged: masturbation, poetry.

Perverted gun

Naked pictures
Flesh and air
Glory features
I’m in despair
Here it comes down my spine
So evilish and so divine
That tempting dirty pleasure
Beasty mind erasure
I have to get hold of the gun
Stroke it hard
I want to have some fun
Rub it hard
Large bosom dripping crotch
That bitch sucking my crotch
I want to shoot her
(I’m holding my gun)
I’m about to fire
(I’m polishing my gun)

In your opinion, I’m talking to your girls, would you find it shocking that your boyfriend still has personal fun alone while being in a relationship with you? Bluntly, it means watching pornos or pix of naked women and worse, watching it while playing with their “gun”.

Yes, you get it. My poem was about masturbation. Read it again now, this “gun” keyword will give this poem more sense.

I am sure that guys cannot stop themselves from doing it. And when I found out about it with one of the not-so-many guys (my legend says the contrary, but no one survived to tell you the contrary) I dated, I was totally pissed. I felt so miffed and indignant.
Maybe I was too naive to think that once a man was having a real sexual interaction with another person, that one would not have the need to satisfy himself on his own.
But after talking about it with both male and female friends, I found out that it was man’s nature to do so!

Anyway, my point was not to have a whole debate about that but to just mention the fact that my artist friend Max did pursue the artistic flow by composing a song to fit with the poem. This talented Max is paranoid enough not to have his songs online so maybe it’ll be the only opportunity for you to listen to him:

I even wrote an “end” to that poem after Max’s request:

Naked pictures
Flesh and air
Glory features
I’m in despair
Here it comes down my spine
So evilish and so divine

Oh good God it’s over
Lost her in my shivers
here she lays dead in my head
Unfurling stains on my bed
Gotta let go of the gun
Terrible crime gotta run