the big creep
will cherish
his precious alone-time.
masturbation:
his only
friend.
it's noon
and he's done it
at least 3 times
today.
hunger swells
in his gallivant
eyes
falling in love
with each woman
they meet.
and these women
never know
his name.
never notice those
eager eyes.
champing at their
skin.
every night
he chooses
one
to paste upon
his pillow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think I've just breached the NSFW category. But this was great haha.