Self Examination Poem by Phil Soar

Aroused, I lie with a stiff appendage
My senses are alive
It throbs with little effort
And my seed wells up inside
I struggle to encourage it
My hand wants to explore
Or wait for some assistance
A little more amore
How long the feeling lasts, who knows
Temptation fundamental
A wrist that wants to take control
Its something truly sensual
Just thinking makes it all the more
Important to complete it
A softened touch to set it off
A stroke, a hand, to greet it
A tongue, a mouth, a moist embrace
It would not need too much
To ease the swelling standing there
Release this aching crutch
Just thinking makes it so intense
Imagination riot
And now the hand has took control
And everything is quiet.
Concentration overload
Explosive situation
A handfelt joyous episode
Of physical masturbation