.11 depression and desire

I’m depressed, in a rut, bored or whatever.
I’m depressed.
Outside of the dull repetition of life I’m stuck with my imagination-
my perverted mind.
The permanent sweat patches stain my bed from lack of sleep
and masturbation… at least three times a day.
I can’t stop… I’m perverted.
I’m depressed.
I crave the touch and feel of another woman’s skin.
Skin against skin, mutual sexual affection…
attraction. I crave it.
I’m depressed.
I spend my internet life staring at semi-nude and easy women.
It makes me hard.
It makes me depressed.
I want to feel your touch, I want to feel deep inside of you.
Release my seed inside of you… my depression.
I’m depressed.


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