There are times when you simply <br />cannot do anything. <br /> <br />You lay there in Medusa’s <br />ugly vision, sat in granite <br /> <br />with nothing apart from <br />the breast you are touching. <br /> <br />It isn’t even a breast, <br />just a pocket of air <br /> <br />that your mind urges you to think is <br />a beautifully sculpted woman. <br /> <br />That doesn’t matter though, <br />we find our pleasures <br />anyway, <br /> <br />whether it be a candle’s tone <br />a man’s fingering hand <br /> <br />or the piece of gentle anatomy <br />that you have held in your pocket. <br /> <br />Mary X.<br /><br />Mary X<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masturbation/
