No longer allowed to hold on to whats gone. So I lay behind this computer screen all alone. Another vagina pic on my phone. Masturbating to the thought of them, am I wrong? Everyday is just another day to plan my liberation. When it comes no hesitation. Patiently, quietly waiting. God's son, friend of Satan. Debating should i leave everything behind and drive hours to anything willing to be mines. In any form i see fit. If i need a bitch, she's down sucking the dick. If i need a loving kiss, she's pulling and biting my lips. No more promises of future bliss with wedding bells and fairy tales. Only fucking and cuddling visions exist. Silly rabbit vibrating the clit, you're just the warm up for the constant licks. Just another love hater falling down in his abyss. Wanting to lay my pounding head against the most loving tits. A baby. Your baby. Babe. Crying for your saving. Energy this life taking. Making me insane. Dame. Forgetting the world. Meeting you. Hugging you. Fucking you. Loving you. Self created pain through. Me and you. One never two.