masturbation is self improvement by Nanette Bellmani placed my fingers deep inside myself for the first time in years.
voyaging into crevices even you've never been.
and i searched for something to hang onto.
a remnant, something left of you.
like that lingering piece would allow you to come back
if i kindled it like a fire.
despite what i already knew in my heart,
my efforts were to no avail, like i expected anything different...
i licked the juices from my fingers
and it tasted like new sex.
and i realized i'll never taste you again.
you're never coming back. 11/28/2009 Author's Note: everything you need to know in life you can learn from watching fight club. * i also thought "douchebag" was also an appropiate title for this piece.
Posted on 11/28/2009 Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
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Posted by Ava Blu on 11/28/09 at 06:57 AM this is powerful, love. you own that power. f*ck everyone else. |
Posted by V. Blake on 11/28/09 at 07:30 AM So I pretty much had no choice but to read this after that title. It's like a metaphor for everyone who's ever thought that sex complicates love--or at least it was that way for me, who had to focus on the right things to read into and say in this comment. :) |
Posted by Johnny Crimson on 11/28/09 at 07:39 PM sheeee's baaaaack! :) And stronger than ever. |
Posted by Anita Mac on 11/29/09 at 06:04 AM This is amazing... I love it! |
Posted by Mo Couts on 07/25/11 at 02:30 AM This is positively AWESOME! |
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