Lying naked. The darkness surrounding me. Stimuli pulsating through my body. Personal extasy. One with myself. The greatest display. My lonliness shown to no one but me. Sounds of pleasure fill the room. Hearing nothing. Seeing much. Lingering limbs that yearn to touch. Lost inside my solitude. The pleasure peaks. Then subsides. The only high point of lonliness, Ending. Rolling over. Staring at the wall. The tears begin. As I drift off to sleep.
Reason for writing:
This poem means alot to me. A the time I was feeling sorry for myself because I had no one to share my life with. The poem (in case you hadn't guessed) is about masterbation. This had become my only outlet. It SEEMED that no one wanted me so I had to pleasure myself. It is to me the best poem about lonliness I ever wrote.
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